Tempus Fugit

A while back my daughter and her husband were going on a trip. They were not taking their four daughters. That’s really why we moved here. To be a daily part of our family and help out whenever we could.

I figured I would be asked to supervise the kids while the parents were gone. A few days before her parents were leaving I was having lunch with my oldest grand daughter. I casually told her I would probably just stay at their house for the time her mom and dad were away.

She looked at me from across the table and said, not unkindly, “Gramma, I’m almost 20.” Gazing at her, I dug deep in my heart and pondered, “Where did two decades go and how did they go, wherever they went, so fast?”

So I stayed at my own house, providing some home cooked meals, a little transportation, keeping my cell phone all night for emergencies that never happened.

And pondered the passing of time. That’s what I’m thinking about.