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Today was my day off this week. I went over my Grammies today and visited and worked on our sewing project: a dress with a halter top bodice and full skirt. The material is a light shade of lime green with coral and yellow flowers. It is very summery and light weight. It should be very nice! Patterns can be quite confusing, arranging them that is, and making sure the right sides and wrong sides are situated correctly so that when you finish, the dress matches properly at all sides and at the seam lines. It can be challenging but it is so much fun! I have to buy some lining so we can finish the bodice piece....So I was feeling very introspective and nostalgic today and was thinking of how amusing and ironic it is, in my case anyways, that throughout my whole childhood I wanted to grow up - and grow up fast. Now I wish I could stop time in its unvarying path, and travel back. I remember thinking when I was about 10 , of how much I wish I could wear the misses size clothes in the JC Penney catalog, and how I couldn’t wait to go to middle school. The yearning to go to middle school changed to anticipation for high school, then to excitement about boys and dates, then to back school again. This time college. Now being in college I defiantly feel that I am more mature than even in the past few years (which , naturally, I am). Now, however, instead of dreaming about being older, I find myself more often reminiscing about the past. I loved being a child: being able to play games all day, not worry about bills and responsibilities.
Morning cartoons accompanied by some cereal ( usually a chocolate flavor) or some French toast and some OJ started my day, then my brother and I played outside bike riding, spying on people with our “Walkie Talkies,” peering through my stone wall, or spinning in circles till we almost puked. Then came lunch, usually something like PB and J or pizza. Then more playing. Maybe with blocks or a board game this time, sometimes sewing at my Grammies. Then another snack and… more playing. Dinner time came and went followed by more bike rides, pretending, drawing, cartoons, and then a cordial bedtime at about seven. Yes. That was the life.
Now don’t get me wrong, being 20 is defiantly cool too...just different. Different responsibilities and tasks. For example... I have to work for my money now instead of putting up a lemonade stand with my brother at the end of my Grammies driveway: " 10 Cents a Cup!! Really Good! Homemade!" Growing up is hard. It really is. But it also is really exciting. . . I mean, I better well enjoy it…its not like I have a say in the matter. It is sad though to think that I can never go back and relive fun times. Never can, never could, never will. The singularity, the uniqueness and fleeting time that each moment posses makes life more valuable. Knowing that each passing moment is a breath in our lungs, a beat in our hearts, and a tick in our clocks we can never take back, makes life more precious and dear.
Cherishing each moment , savoring each breathe, each smile, and very friend and family member gives life its worth. If we live each moment for all it is worth, with unconditional love and whole hearted honesty and sincerity, living each moment once will be enough.