I don't know why it is, but sometimes, the past comes out of nowhere and leaves one longing for the past. Even if it might just be a small bit of the past.
I received a message from a girl I use to work with. Someone, whom I will always consider a good friend. Someone, I am sure I knew before I came to this life. Someone I will cherish always.
The message I received from her came to me like the chiming of the bells in a tall tower! Loud and clear! A reminder of a time gone and forever changed!
I have spent some time reflecting on this, and wondering why the past can be so far gone, and yet mean so much. I have no answers to that question, however; I know that the past is a forever influence on how we see today.
Take for example, our children. When we look at our children in the present, we often have difficulty seeing them as the adults they have become, due to the fact that we still see them as the children of our past. Be it distant or just yesterday. It is still the past.
This part of the realization has come to me just this very moment. This moment in time when my married daughter has come in my room to share her most recent triumph, with us. Her broken down car, is once again up and running. Hooray for little triumphs, because I think they are what give us the courage to get up and try again. All that said, I am totally missing the days when the biggest worries I had for my kids is a scrapped knee or unkind teasing from a classmate. Worries; yes, but easier ones to deal with than the ones facing me now.
Can't we just go back a few years ago, to when things seemed to move a little slower and a little smoother, although I don't think I thought that back then.
So much time has past, and so quickly, yet it has created such a distance. And one that almost makes me wonder if I was ever really there?
