Monday, November 9, 2009
at this moment...
Time.
Time is a fleet-footed young girl. She scampers away on tip-toe; tiny nails painted shell pink. She's so quick all you see is a flash of her scarlet skirt. Sparkle. There she goes again. Drifting away. Leaving behind only fading memories. Memories that feel more like dreams. Memories of magic. Of smiles. Of breathless laughter. Of butterfly kisses and, "Do it again, Daddy. Do it again."
I keep turning corners just two steps behind her. Trying desperately to catch a hold of her skirt. To stall her just for a moment. To keep just a little of this fleeting beauty. Be still, I whisper. Be still.
But she doesn't. She won't. She can't.
But, oh.
How I wish that she would.
Image by Jamie M.
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24 comments:
a beautiful write and i think you described her perfectly
relyn...I could feel your heart in these words..so precious is a mother's love....
So lovely. So poetic. I appreciate a good write, but even more, I appreciate the feeling in your heart. I know it all too well myself.
a mother and daughter - what a bond. what love. what beuaitufl words to capture those emotions
Relyn, my friend, I wrote a post about the same thing today, but from the flip side.
Your post is achingly beautiful. Hope your sweet girl's day was wondrous. xoxo
I just want to tell you it will be okay. I used to lie awake at night and almost panic that I wouldn't be able to stand it when she left home. Luckily, they leave gradually...camps, college and then they fly. By the time they go, you are almost ready. I still cry, but it is okay. Sue
What a great description of time! I'm always trying to figure out how to describe her and this is perfect (and fun). Hope it was a delightful 8th birthday!
Hugs to you both,
Kirsten
Such heart and soul here... thank goodness we have memories when time doesn't stand still as we'd like it. At least we can be still with our thoughts, memories, photo and remember... Hope Sloane had the sweetest birthday... Happy Day to you too, Relyn ((HUGS))
Beautiful post! I'm guessing your mom could have written the exact same thing several decades ago!
I love all you share.
I love you
Jeanne♥
Oh Relyn. How full this made my heart, and nothing to do to stop it, this time moving too swiftly. What a lovely image and touching words. I want to give you a hug.
There. Did you feel it?
xoxo
Debi
I'm crazy in love with that photo and paired with your precious words, well, it's just perfection.
Please give the birthday girl a great big hug the next time you catch her.
Life, time, childhood ... the most beautiful essences, and sometimes sadly so. It's a connection we all feel.
Nice match of words with photo
Beautiful
We have to let them go,
but never really
This just got me all choked up. It made me realize that I need to spend the time to connect with my parents in these last few weeks before their youngest gets married. I see them all the time but its in a rush of wedding plans and activities.
I need time to be still with them.
beautiful words that capture the feeling of motherhood so so perfectly. happy birthday to your little one. :)
Beautifully written.
Memories that feel more like dreams...it's so like that, isn't it?
love and more love
xoxo
Happy Birthday to Sloane! I know exactly what you mean about little girls fleeing faster than the sound of light. They grow so quickly and if we could just stop time for a minute to caress the moment with them...it would be perfect. Our consolation...we get to live with our memories forever....
Yes, be still my small voice joins yours. If we could freeze time in a bottle full of laughter and love.
yes i wish this too. time just goes by much too quickly. if only...
you write such poetry here and i love this image to go along with your words.
You've perfectly captured the essence and magic of little girls... so beautiful...
:-)
(((hugs))),
love,
me
I wish I could hold it, too. They grow up so fast, don't they? So do we...
Oh but she did pause long enough for you to share this beautiful moment with us, thank you. I think I'll linger here a while.
Beautifully written- so poignant and so very true!! If you ever catch her- hold her fast and call me as I have been chasing her as well!
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