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I Know How to Slow Down Time

12 years. Yesterday, I was swaddling him. Today he is almost as tall as I am.

Since February 19, 2008, time has gone by, day after day, building up into 12 years. We take for granted the commonalities that happen each day.

The way his eyes get even bigger when he’s sleepy. The sound of his club hitting a golf ball in the garage, over and over again. The white marks around his mouth after he drinks milk. The freckle on the back of his neck, and how big his smile gets when he looks at his daddy.

I want to take every moment in. I want to enjoy this little boy in my presence.

Because “lasts” have come and are coming still.

I can’t hold him anymore. That last already happened. When I held him on my hip for the last time, I didn’t know it would be my last time then. If I did, I probably wouldn’t have put him down.

I don’t bathe him anymore. That time came and went. I don’t remember the last time I bathed him. I might have considered it a monotonous task at that time. If I could go back to that last, I’d certainly breathe in all his smells and make it last as long as possible.

Helping him brush his teeth and helping him up the stairs, no more.

Lasts have come and gone, and lasts are ahead, too. Too soon I won’t tuck him in anymore. Too soon, he’ll quit holding my hand and will be too big to sit on my lap. His sister and him will wrestle for the last time, and he will live under my roof for a last day.

We always say, “time goes by so fast”.

But what if I told you I know how to make time slow down?

What if I told you how you can make the most of every moment, every last?

What if I revealed the number one thing that robs us of time? And what if this something is in our grasp to control?

What if we could actually control how fast time goes by?

There’s a thief out there. It’s stealing our precious moments away from us, making time soar by even faster.

It’s taking our attention. It’s making us rush and be distracted. It takes our focus, and we are far too devoted to it.

How do we take in the features of their face and the beauty in the mundane and the uniqueness to their actions? How do we slow down time?