A Moment in Time

A Moment in Time

by:basheesima

A sweet four-year-old watched me pull on my jacket and slip my feet inside my boots. His long eyelashes swept over his innocent blue eyes. He asked me, “Are you going to be gone long?”

 

“About an hour.” I answered.

 

He tilted his head to the right (funny how we unconsciously do this when we are thinking) and asked, “Is an hour a long time?”

 

I zipped my jacket and crouched in front of him. I smiled big and told him, “For me an hour feels so very short. For you…it is a wondrous, glorious amount of time. Enjoy every minute and I’ll be right back.”

 

Being a true-to-form-four-year-old, he asked, “How many minutes do I have?”

 

I stood and happily declared, “Sixty-seriously-standout-seldom-ever-to-happen-again minutes.” I laughed and went out the door.

 

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I’ve heard it is good to keep a bit of the child in you alive; I’ll do that, especially in observing my perception of time.

 

Although, sometimes it is good to have an HOUR feel like a second, a WEEK feel like a day, a YEAR feel like a week, and FOUR YEARS to feel like one cold winter I’d rather forget.

 

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