Honestly, where does the time go?
Tomorrow I will be attending the high school graduation of two of my karate students. I met one of them when she was 12 years old and the other when she was 14. The 12 year old is now a 17 year old leaving for Navy boot camp in September. The 14 year old is now an 18 year old, soon to be going to New York to pursue a career in music.
Has it really been 4+ years? I've watched these women grow from awkward preteens to adults ready to make their mark on the world. Why does it feel like just yesterday I was listening to them excitedly talk about their upcoming freshman year? Sometimes I wish I could bottle time and hang onto certain moments just a little while longer. I'm happy that these girls are going off to pursue their dreams, yet at the same time I am sad - part of me wants to hold onto their teenage selves forever. Is this how a mom feels when her kids move away?
So very strange...
Has it really been 4+ years? I've watched these women grow from awkward preteens to adults ready to make their mark on the world. Why does it feel like just yesterday I was listening to them excitedly talk about their upcoming freshman year? Sometimes I wish I could bottle time and hang onto certain moments just a little while longer. I'm happy that these girls are going off to pursue their dreams, yet at the same time I am sad - part of me wants to hold onto their teenage selves forever. Is this how a mom feels when her kids move away?
So very strange...