Today I watched a new father with his new son, and while admiring them, suddenly I had a picture of my oldest son as man and holding a his son. Tears welled up in my eyes. Although Jacob is only in second grade, I had a deep sense of time passing, of high school graduation, of going away to college, of marrying someone’s daughter.
I’ve always smiled at the woman who gently (or some not so gently) reminds me to treasure each moment before they pass, but during these last few weeks many times I’ve sensed that my little ones are growing tall too quickly.
Through these sentimental moments I’ve developed a new sense of urgency and a fresh motivation to nurture my sons each day. I want to cuddle them up, before they are too big too cuddle. I want to sit and listen to their silly stories and songs. I want to walk with them around the pond.
I want to push the future away for just a little bit longer.