Don’t know that Time by The Alan Parson’s Project is the right song to accompany this moment but it is what is playing and I don’t see a need burning need to change it.
Won’t be but a moment longer before iTunes moves onto the next song and who knows what that song will make me think about.
Maybe it will be another song by them, maybe it will be Sirius and it will remind me of how it was the Chicago Bull’s Theme and I’ll picture Michael Jordan walking into the stadium.
And I’ll remember how dominant he was and how much I loved watching him play and think about how I have heard young people today talk about how LeBron is better than Jordan and shake my head because they never saw him live and they just don’t understand.
Time can be a bitter and cruel master, as unforgiving and yet as compassionate as they come.
In The Blink Of An Eye
Saturday morning my son and I chased each other around the soccer fields for a while until I just couldn’t run anymore.
I sat down to rest and watched as he practiced his footwork and thought about how quickly ten years has passed. The thing is, ten years isn’t the entirety of his life anymore, it is just how long he has been playing organized soccer.
The small boy whose jersey was too big has hands and feet that are almost as big as my own. They remind me a bit of a puppy who hasn’t grown into his paws yet.
He doesn’t like when I say that so forget I mentioned it here.
After I caught my breath I got back up and stole the ball when he wasn’t looking and gave it a solid kick because I knew the only way I was going to get away was in a dead sprint.
Didn’t really matter because it only took him a moment to catch up and tell me he was ready to go home, but unlike days past he didn’t need me to take him.
That big kid only needed his ball and however long it would take to walk home.
I watched as he passed the parking lot and realized in a year or so he’ll be driving and then I really wondered where the time went.Time can be a bitter and cruel master, as unforgiving and yet as compassionate as they come.Click To Tweet
Somewhere in between the moments he left the park and the time it took for my daughter’s game to finish it hit me that I really need to start doing some research into what the current laws are for getting a license and that I need to start thinking about getting a car for him.
He is not going to get a car just because he is of age and it won’t be anything fancy either but it wouldn’t hurt for him to have one.
It wouldn’t hurt for him to be able to get himself to and from places or to be able to help out by running errands.
There was a night not long after he was born where I held him like a football and talked to him about life and promised to do my best to take care of him and talked about all of the things I would try to teach him.
It had all of the usual stuff including throwing a baseball, how to shave and how to drive, but I never thought the day would come so quickly.
Never believed it would come barreling at me at breakneck speed and that all of the old people who told me that time moved quickly were right.
And now that I can see the moment approaching in the distance I remember how crazy I was as a teen and wonder what the hell adults were thinking when they let us get driver’s licenses.
Fortunately my son is far more reserved and cautious about some things than I was, but it is not just him I worry about. It is all of the other drivers and the memories of all of the stupid crap we did as teenagers.
They are great stories now, mainly because we were the lucky ones.
And so I repeat that what I fear as a parent isn’t so much the rapists, pedophiles and bad people of the world as much as I worry about the bad judgment of teens.
I will stick to my belief that we can’t keep the kids enclosed in bubble wrap and remind myself that statistically speaking the population of the world is not shrinking.
But it doesn’t mean occasionally I won’t stop and wonder how time passed in the blink of an eye. Yeah it is cliche, but it is so very true.