I recently read an article in Parent’s magazine entitled Savor the Moments (March 2012) that stated that as a parent you have 940 Saturdays from the time a child is born and the time they go to college. That may seem like a lot, but we all know it flies by. For me and other parents that have to share their time with the other parent, divide that number in half which is only 470 then subtract another large number to account for Saturdays when they are at sleep overs, playing sports, and when they become a teenager and the only thing on Saturday’s that matters is their friends. The bottom line is time is precious. Some people don’t understand why when Angel is with me I don’t do anything else. Spending time with her is the most important thing to me and it would be even if she was with me 24/7.
Time for me is something I am always thinking about. I feel like I have a giant clock in my head ticking as every second passes and I am constantly trying to figure ways to freeze time and hold onto moments. Each day is a tick tock of schedules, appointments, to do list, go here and there, get this, meet this person, etc.
Wake up tick
Get ready tock
Drop Angel off tick
Go to work tock
Appointments throughout the day tick
Race to pick Angel up tock
Drive home tick
Play with Angel tock
Bath time tock
Story time tick
Put Angel to bed tock
I feel guilty that I don’t have more time to spend with Angel. Every second that I have with her I try to make count and put in good quality time with her. My weekends when she is with me are all about what she wants to do. Some people think that I overdo it a bit. I have even been called a hoverer because I tend to hover around her when we are together not wanting her to be out of my sight. I never know when a hug or kiss might come my way.
It is for this reason that I will forgo eating breakfast so that I can help her put her puzzle together before I leave for work. Every afternoon when we get home we both change into our play clothes and head outside. We go for bicycle rides to the park; we stroll around the neighborhood, jump on the trampoline, play in the pool, or just hang out and read books. She is 2 years old and I still rock her every night before she gets in her bed. I will do this as long as I can.
I write all of this not because I think I am parent of the year, but because I am preparing myself for another summer of her absence. Yes it is that time again. She left yesterday for 10 days and when she comes back I will have 2 weeks before she leaves for 2 months. I hate it when she leaves. I sit at home alone looking at remnants of her, her books on the floor, her pacifier in my bed, and bath toys in the tub that she still drinks water in! It makes me so sad 10 days is hard enough and the thought of another 2 months is excruciating on me.
So spend time with your children, that clock is ticking and before you know it your 940 Saturday’s will be up.