He means well and offers connection
when he remarks how the children have grown,
that it won’t be too long before they aren’t around.
My daughter blinks her eyes
while my son mouths to me that
it isn’t true.
My own sense of the truth of his words
doesn’t make them welcome in the moment
of which they are now an indelible part.
bussokuseki 
Asked how old he was,
A boy in a new kimono
Stretched out
All five fingers ~Issa
Wonderful, Brenda, wonderful… Be well~
You really captured the nature of permanence and impermanence here! A fine piece.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts – it is a gift. Be well~
isn’t it so true the old saying, the days are long but the years fly by? this is one of the toughest things I struggle with as a parent – that her child-ness is impermanent, and the fact that a measure of parenting success will be that she will need me, and spend time with me, much less. Take care and thanks for these thoughts.
It is an omnipresent challenge, each moment of parenthood pulling us in so many directions… Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I wish you well~
Your son is also right that it isn’t true, not in his time, which is more of an endless present. Lovely post.
Thank you so much – how wonderful. He is right.
And wonderful of you to read and take the time to share your thoughts.I wish you well~
The passing of their time is both sweet and sour – filled with both pride and regret.
Indeed. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. I wish you well~