Daily Archives: March 20, 2014

Two sides of Time

I hear it a lot, everywhere, in fact. “Time flies.” “Where has the time gone?” “There’s just not enough hours in the day.” So on, and so forth. And, for the most part I agree, time marches on. Sometimes it seems to move faster than it does at other periods of our lives. So, the one side of time, is the fleeting glimpse of the persons, pieces, and moments that occupied the space formerly known as the present.

Then, there’s the other side of time, spending it. Spending time. As you all probably know by now, I’m not the smartest person in any room I enter. Even so, a couple of times over my working years I have made decisions that were risky, puzzling maybe, and certainly not in line with societal worker bee mentality. Some were clear cut choices, some more out of necessity, and still others based on needs greater than my own. Honestly, though, one underlying theme over these years has been the decision on how my time was going to be spent. Numerous times I’ve chosen to spend time instead of spending money, or even spending more time in making money.

Here’s how I see this other side of time. Dollars are made, dollars are spent. In the end, my dollars end up in someone else’s register drawer or another’s wallet. Either way, I’ll look back at the pictures, or hear the stories, even bask in the memories, and I’ll ask “Where did the time go?” The difference is that the investment of time, time spent with those who matter the most, is not only priceless, but the experience I completely own is also, forever weaved directly into the fabric of time that has elapsed throughout a lifetime.

I can always make another dollar or two, but never again can I recreate time that has passed. So while memory fades, or certainly gets cluttered by the pace of information we daily process, I’ll try to be present now, investing in the memories that are yet to come.

Today’s Cure: Healthy Imagination

After a relatively sleepless night dealing with coughs, colds, fevers, and a case of croup, the twins and I are settled in for the day. We received 3 or 4 inches of wet snow overnight. It’ll likely disappear by the end of the day, but there’s still several inches of frozen snow in the yard under the fresh stuff.

We decided to keep the twins home from pre-pre school this morning. So now it’s the three of us, home for the day. All of us are battling various levels of cough and congestion. To hear the coughs and see the eyes, you’d think this is a dreadful place to be.

Then the nearly four-year old voices speak. They speak in crackling, mildly hoarse voices broken by coughs and sneezes. At the moment, Theodore just had pulled on his shirt for the new day.

Jacqueline: “WHOA! Teddy that’s a really cool moose hunter shirt!”

Theodore: “That’s not a moose hunter sister. It’s just a moose. See?”

Jacqueline: “That sure is a neat moose shirt, you have there. I really like it.”

Theodore: “Thank you sister. I like this moose shirt.” (As he leaned in for an unrehearsed, but perfectly timed hug from his twin sister)

Off they went to their toy boxes. Coughing, sneezing, crackling away, but just doing what they do. Playing together and letting imagination rule the moment. In a room full of the sounds and signs of sickness, imaginations are quite healthy.