Clocks

Imogen is three today!! Three years ago I delivered her myself in a birthing pool and held her as she took her first breath. Three years seems to have gone by with no regard! Just walked out, no goodbyes, no note, no pre-warning. I feel like a jilted bride stood at the alter waiting for it to jump out and and say "boo! Just kidding I am still here". Like blowing the dandilion clock poof -my four oldest have grown from children into young adults, poof- my roof has been fixed so the drip, drip, dripping in the loft has stopped, changes now seem to spin past me and I get a glimpse and I smile at the flash of life I get to observe. I have always wondered at the theory most older generations have of time speeding up as you get older, now I am living it and know it to be true. I remember as a child a day lasting forever, I would pack in a million events into just a few hours. Now I lean down to pick up a pile of laundry and I glimpse at the clock and see another hour has passed. Who takes it? What thief cheats us out of our childhood timeless state and leaves us naked, penniless and with a remote in our hands with the fast forward button stuck down. Doesn't matter how much I beat the flippin thing it only speeds up. But on a more positive note I ponder on the fact that to my children that moment I took to play badmington with them and to go swimming and read a book took forever.