Today was my oldest daughter’s last day of her first year of pre-school. Rochelle and I thought, talked and prayed a lot about whether to send her last fall, but given that the school was in our church, just 40 steps from my office and since she was only in school 2 days a week we decided to pull the trigger.
Malia has loved school. She’s made friends and it’s been amazing to watch her imagination and social skills grow. Each morning as I drop her off in class I nearly well with tears when her friends begin screaming, “Malia, Malia, sit by me.”
I can’t believe she’s been in school for a year.
I’m finding that as I grow older time grows faster. It’s no wonder that mothers and fathers sit at high school and college graduations and wonder where the time has gone. When I was in eight grade, I thought the five years it would take to graduate was an eternity. Now five years in a drop in the bucket, a flash in time, barely enough time to get to know someone.
All this says a lot to me about what I’m doing with my life and how I treat others. There is simply not enough time to live with resentments, anger and unfulfilled dreams. We don’t have forever to show love, generosity, care and patience.
Though today they are 3 years old and 3 months old, I know that it won’t be long before my two little girls don cap and gown and head off to find God’s purposes for their lives, and the mere thought of it makes me misty-eyed. Malia and Katharing are the loves of my life, and I’m so grateful that God has given us this time.