Time is a Thief. It stole my baby!

March 23, 2015

Time is not a constant. Sometimes it moves very slowly, like when you are waiting in line at the post office, tortured by seconds. There are devices meant to slow time even further. Have you ever spent 20 minutes on a StairMaster? And sometimes time races by. It’s already Spring! Today is my father’s 73rd birthday. I remember his 30th birthday and thinking he was so old. That was about 5 days ago.

The people who know the most about the flexibility of time are athletes. Races are won in hundredths of seconds but a well-covered wide-receiver catching a football feels it all happens in extreme slow motion. I remember a street survey about basketball great Michael Jordan. They asked people what they thought his top hang-time was, from when his feet left the ground to when his hand slammed the ball in the basket. Answers ranged from 5 seconds to over a minute. His record hang-time was 0.928 seconds.

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Parents know this time flexibility so well and now I do as well. The mantra, “They grow up so fast” gets uttered multiple times a day. It’s insane. Just yesterday, Cozy was a little blob, swaddled in a cradle. Today she is a 35 week old kid, scooting across the floor, curious what’s around the next corner.

And yes, I’m still counting weeks. Seven months and 6 days if you prefer. I’m one of those parents. How old is your daughter? She’s 156 months. Oh, you mean 13. Gotta slow time down.

This weekend we went to Target and bought a Magic Bullet so we could start making our own baby food for Cozy (and Piña Coladas for us). She’s eating the same things we are now. (OK, you can refer to the earlier post on breast milk, which now has over 3200 hits.) Last night we all had chicken soup. This morning she shared my PB&J sandwich. Who is this person?

I know how we anthropomorphize our animals (My cat prefers French impressionism), so I am aware I may be writing more into this child’s brain than is actually there. Regardless, I often feel like she is now a fully formed person with her own opinions and tastes. Maybe time is moving too slow and I want to hurry up and have a conversation with her about what a douche Ted Cruz is. Or maybe time is moving too fast, and I’ve forever lost those times when I could just stare at her and not worry what household danger she is crawling towards.

One of my favorite memories of my grandmother happened one Christmas. The gathered Blazaks were at my Uncle Dick’s house in Chattanooga. Before dinner we were all in the living room, singing “Silent Night” in front of the crackling fireplace. After the song, Grandma lifted up her hands and pretended to take a picture. Then she said, “I just wanted a snapshot of this moment.”

There’s a BB King lyric that goes, “Oh, time is a thief that will rob you of your years. And never return one yesterday.” I just want a snapshot of this moment before it blows away. Cozy has peanut butter and jelly on her face for the first time. Where does the time go?

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5 thoughts on “Time is a Thief. It stole my baby!

  1. Oh SO true!! And you never really get that whole “the time goes so fast, they grow up so fast” until you’re smack inside of it all. What’s that great quote, “the days go slow but the years go fast”? With our boys being 6 and 8 now, I realize there have been so many milestones that are behind us now. 1. Hey, you haven’t wet the bed in two years. 2. Hey, you don’t pick your nose (in public) anymore. 3. Hey, you can wipe yourself now. 4. Hey, you just took a shower BY YOURSELF! Amzing things these little creatures have learned and mastered. How did this happen? Why didn’t we have a parade? Why wasn’t there ice cream and streamers for each one??? It seems we go from one “oh, it’s just a phase” right into the next. Never realizing – holy crap. This is it. This is truly IT. A wise man once said “life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans”. I try to carpe diem. Some days it’s not so easy. Those days are tough. But luckily, the universe is kind and those days get few and far between. I love being a Mom. And I am so thrilled to watch YOU love being a Dad. xo

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