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My how time fliesPosted Tuesday, August 14, 2012, at 2:04 PM
Time is not the same for youngsters and older people. It goes slowly when you're young and speeds up as you get older.
Think back to the time you were traveling with a youngster.
"Are we there yet?" the child asks persistently. For him, time drags before he reaches the destination, whether it be McDonald's or cross country.
Three months of summer vacation is a long time to a second or third grader, but it passes so quickly for the parent or teacher.
When a youngster waits for Christmas to arrive, it 's an eternity, but to the mother there just isn't enough time to finish her tasks before Santa makes his appearance.
Some people have too much time, some never enough.
My daughter is often so busy, there's no time to relax with all she has to get done - housecleaning, cooking, laundry, school meetings, lunches, tending the dogs. The day whizzes by, then it's time for bed.
I remember the days when my life overflowed with duties. The children were young, underfoot, needing me at every turn. I fell into bed at night, exhausted from a too busy day. Time passed so quickly. Even when the children became teens, there was much to do to keep the household going. There were after school activities, ballgames, scouts, school plays and chauffeuring, here and there... and, of course, the household duties of cooking and cleaning.
When a teen is out with friends, the curfew rolls around much too quickly. Where did the evening go?
Yet, a teen has far more time on his hands than does the new wife and mother.
After the babies arrive, a mother's time is taken up with caring for those children. There's almost no time to sit down to relax.
When my children were small, I would iron while they were sleeping. It was easier for me because with a toddler underfoot and the interruptions, that seemed to be my best option.
In days past, we set aside time to do the weekly wash on Mondays, followed by ironing on Tuesdays.
Now those time consuming chores are a thing of the past, thanks to wash and wear fabrics.
There is a respite when the children grow up and leave home. The mother experiences the "empty nest" syndrome. For the first time in a long time, she has time on her hands. Perhaps she flounders for a while wondering what to do with all that extra time. She often uses it to redecorate the house, travel, find a new job, venture into areas she now has time for.
Yes, the older you are, the faster time flies.
Except when waiting in a doctor's exam room, or before surgery, or in a hospital, or waiting for a diagnosis or waiting for a jury verdict or the long awaited age of retirement.
At times like these, time crawls.
For a senior citizen, time passes slowly. Days are no longer crammed with activities. Perhaps nights are passed watching television, or reading, or snacking. Sometimes the golden years are lonely, and there's too much time for worry or regret.
"My, how time flies," we say.
Albert Einstein summed it up this way:
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute."