Where Did the Time Go?


As I sit here observing this beautiful weekend that God gave us, I question myself about what I really should write about today.  There is one situation that I’d like to share with you, however I don’t want to write it directly, as someone may read it, that doesn’t know about it.  Let me instead start by telling you all about my four beautiful children.  My two oldest are in their teenage years and although the teenage years can be difficult, I’m thankful that they haven’t gone down the complete wrong path in life.  While they may not view me as the best mother in the world, I do try my absolute best when it comes to raising them.  One thing that worried me immediately about them becoming teenagers is that they would end up in a gang, on drugs or in a juvenile detention center.  I am maybe on them a little too much, but they seem to have turned out to be good kids.  My daughter just became a teenager, so hopefully she will keep up the good work as she continues on through her high school years.

Next is the youngest two.  They are roughly fourteen months apart and currently just one year in age apart.  While the two of them are very close at times, getting them to this point was extremely difficult.  First off, they are both boys and very daring.  Getting them to this point was extremely difficult.  The youngest has always been very aggressive.  I remember when he was just two, he pushed his “Little Tykes” toy-chest/shelf full of toys right down the stairs.  I am never amazed at his strength or at the things that he decides to do.  Well of course after the pair of them I decided to tie my tubes, they were more than enough for me to handle and from the moment they wake up until they give in from fighting sleep, they are complete balls of energy.

Finally we have my stepson.  He is already a grown man.  The difficult thing is that my husband didn’t learn he had a son until his son was already a teenager and within a year or two of him finding out about his son, the mother and her husband moved away without a trace.  There is more of a story behind this, but I can’t write about it without disclosing the details, which my stepson doesn’t yet know and my husband is questioning telling him.  What does one do in a situation like this?  While my husband and I have enjoyed watching our kids grow, he feels like the years with his oldest son were taken away from him.  Even when you are in a child’s life, it seems as though you blink and they are teenagers, blink again and they are adults.  There is simply no way to stop time or to relive it and nothing other to do than to enjoy it while you have it.

Let’s go out there and enjoy today and live it to the best of our ability, by taking everything around us in.  Let’s enjoy the leaves as they glitter in the wind, and the air as it hits our faces allowing us to live another day to its fullest and to enjoy the people that we have around us.  The people that we love and don’t want to miss out on spending time with.

 

 

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About nevasquiresrodriguez

Neva Squires-Rodriguez was born and raised in a neighborhood located on the North Side of Chicago. Mother, Wife, Expert at Multitasking... and now, Author and Columnist for Reflejos Newspaper, Neva creates electrifying stories with a twist. Neva Squires-Rodriguez earned her Masters Degree from National University, a feat which she worked very hard to obtain and says she will work even harder to pay off. She claims to be a typical American, full of dreams that will hopefully get her to a more comfortable lifestyle one day. She says, “God has a plan and I will follow wherever it is that He takes me.”
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