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Mischief & Mayhem
Time marches on
Mylinda Johnson
My oldest son, Tyler, just turned eight years old! It makes me wonder, yet again, where time goes.

It is true that time is a measure of the size of our world, especially when we consider the fact that as small children, we were prone to think that an hour was a lifetime! Why? Our world is truly small as children. Our realm is controlled and confined by our parents. (If we had/have good parents that is.) We were impatient as children because a minute in our time was at least five in adult time add that to the fact that parents say, "In a minute." regardless of what they are doing and we can easily understand the impatience of children. My children have been counting to sixty for some time now to ensure that I stick to my minutes they have excellent math skills, which I credit to my very long minutes. (Grin.)

Adults' impatience comes from the exact opposite end of the time spectrum. We see our children growing older and it makes us realize that we are growing older as well. We are more inclined to see our own mortality as we see the reality of age in a child. It is easy to think about age, life, death, and all other human concepts yet never realize the extent of these facts until we see them in living color. We do not realize life until we actually see life come into this world and by the same token, death is only a distant concept until we lose someone close to us. Age is the same. We cannot visualize it until we actually see it.

For me, this visualization comes from watching my children grow. Not to mention the constant popping sound coming from my knees as I pry them off my back and try to rise from the floor after they have decided to pounce on me. Thankfully, they use my husband for this purpose more than me. (I bet he really feels age creaking, I mean creeping up on him. Grin.)

Several acquaintances of mine had a difficult time turning 30 years old. Strangely, I welcomed it. In my mind, age, for now, is a good thing. As we grow older, we grow wiser. Do not get me wrong, just as all 20-somethings do, I considered myself very savvy and wiser than what older people considered a 20ish aged person to be. Maybe I was, but I am better now. (No, not cocky! Just better.) We learn many lessons as we age. Some of these lessons are simple yet still out of site until we have lived them. Some are more cumbersome and seem to age us more than the years. Regardless of the experience, as the old saying kind of goes, if we live through it, it will make us stronger stronger in mind, stronger in spirit, stronger in wisdom, and stronger in our individuality.

We need to embrace time, learn from our elders as well as from those who are younger than us, and live each day to its fullest. My children show me that daily! Whether by watching our children grow, or watching a tree grow, we need to take notice of the passing time and reap as much goodness from it as we can! As our own mortality tells us, time waits for no person do what you can, while you can!

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