Today I was a bit melancholy, maybe because my two grandsons went to San Francisco for a week with their family and I haven't seen them for a week, I don't know. I guess I've been wrestling with the fact that they will be starting school shortly and they're going into 5th grade and... it's really hitting me hard that the time has just flown by so quickly.
It seems like yesterday I stood there when they were delivered, watching them take their first breath, being with them Monday through Fridays helping with their care, watching them take their first steps...I could go on and on. But, it's gone by so fast...in a blink.
By Patty Lynn
Time marches on, please make it stop, slow down so I can rest.
This pace is more than I can stand, it’s making me depressed.
Those babies that I loved to hold & rock & feed & sing to,
I ask them where those babies are, that memory’s what I cling to…
But they respond, “Oh, Grandma, please, we are your babies, please.
You know we can’t stop growing up, we know you like to tease.”
It’s true I’m only teasing when I wonder where they went,
But truth be told, I wish I could relive the time I spent…
With both of them, the days, the years that seem so far away,
From being there the moment they were born, that special day,
And all the days I witnessed all those firsts, ‘cause I was there…
To hold and rock and sing and sway and lend a hand, to care.
And now they’re getting ready to be students in fifth grade.
I marvel at how far they’ve come but still I wish they’d stayed…
Those tiny boys who needed me to tie their little shoes,
Just losing that and so much more leaves me to sing the blues.
I know you’re thinking to yourself, “Get over it, why don’t you?
They’re growing up and need you less, those days cannot continue.”
I know they can’t, but it’s just hard accepting that, you know?
It’s bad enough accepting I’ve got less “get up & go!”
I guess it’s good that they were born eleven years ago,
‘Cause if I had to be that Gram, well, really I don't know…
If I could do what I did then and be there every day…
And help my daughter, like I did, I’d have to say, “No, way.”
Yes, getting older, changing, too, not limited to them.
I, too, am getting older, don’t look like I did back then.
Those wrinkles, I have earned them, though wishful is my thinking,
It just seems that those boys grew up when I must have been blinking.