05-24-2020, 06:18 PM
I realize that this won't even be an issue for about 90% of the forum's membership, since you are all either teens/ young adults or really, really weird people that I'm ashamed to even be associated with (but good thing that that last part won't make it into the thread, because can you imagine the repercussions that that would... ) but I still felt like the topic was important enough to be made.
Now, I'm aware that I'm among the lucky few that can still actually see his kids grow, since we haven't been separated by that infuriating mess for export known as COVID-19, but I'm amazed by how little that matters in the grand scheme of things.
I'm also aware that this shouldn't be a painful experience at all, but it still is. In a way this is like seeing a beloved pet die... yes, it is an inevitable part of life and it does help you grow as a person, but it still stings. A lot. And it isn't funny how that feeling never truly goes away.
But anyway... the kids in question are six and four-years-old and it is soul-crushing to me how that combined decade went away in what honestly felt like a weekend's time. And I feel like it's only going faster now.
Things they used to be obsessed with have lost importance to the point of becoming a distant memory and it never quite stopped being shocking to me, despite knowing full-well that that was the only possible conclusion to this whole thing. That Peppa Pig DVD I bought two years ago and that it is actually badly worn because how often it was played will likely never be used again, and it has become some sort of "buoy" which floats aimlessly on the vast ocean of growth.
Furthermore, that Hero Battle mobile game they used to love playing on my phone has been forgotten about entirely by now, replaced by other --actually more "mature"-- things, and it is again very strange and even disheartening to me. I can't live in the past nor prevent the passage of time, but I wish I could frame existence into a single plain for a while, just to make it last longer. When the oldest one of these kids finishes learning how to read, I know the part I adored the most about seeing them grow will be lost, ready to be replaced by new challenges and ideas and a ton of fun new things to experiment, but I'm not sure I'm ready to move on just yet.
I know that those opposed to the clock moving forward will only get run over by it, taken along for a ride they don't wish to be a part of, but I guess that I really wanted a breather. In what I accurately described as feeling like a weekend at most, these kids have gone from being tiny beings living inside a crib to Elementary School students. And it is a very strange thing to consider, despite the fact that I love witnessing their growth and seeing what new things I will be able to help them through.
What about you, guys? Have any experience with the topic at hand? What are your thoughts on it?
Now, I'm aware that I'm among the lucky few that can still actually see his kids grow, since we haven't been separated by that infuriating mess for export known as COVID-19, but I'm amazed by how little that matters in the grand scheme of things.
I'm also aware that this shouldn't be a painful experience at all, but it still is. In a way this is like seeing a beloved pet die... yes, it is an inevitable part of life and it does help you grow as a person, but it still stings. A lot. And it isn't funny how that feeling never truly goes away.
But anyway... the kids in question are six and four-years-old and it is soul-crushing to me how that combined decade went away in what honestly felt like a weekend's time. And I feel like it's only going faster now.
Things they used to be obsessed with have lost importance to the point of becoming a distant memory and it never quite stopped being shocking to me, despite knowing full-well that that was the only possible conclusion to this whole thing. That Peppa Pig DVD I bought two years ago and that it is actually badly worn because how often it was played will likely never be used again, and it has become some sort of "buoy" which floats aimlessly on the vast ocean of growth.
Furthermore, that Hero Battle mobile game they used to love playing on my phone has been forgotten about entirely by now, replaced by other --actually more "mature"-- things, and it is again very strange and even disheartening to me. I can't live in the past nor prevent the passage of time, but I wish I could frame existence into a single plain for a while, just to make it last longer. When the oldest one of these kids finishes learning how to read, I know the part I adored the most about seeing them grow will be lost, ready to be replaced by new challenges and ideas and a ton of fun new things to experiment, but I'm not sure I'm ready to move on just yet.
I know that those opposed to the clock moving forward will only get run over by it, taken along for a ride they don't wish to be a part of, but I guess that I really wanted a breather. In what I accurately described as feeling like a weekend at most, these kids have gone from being tiny beings living inside a crib to Elementary School students. And it is a very strange thing to consider, despite the fact that I love witnessing their growth and seeing what new things I will be able to help them through.
What about you, guys? Have any experience with the topic at hand? What are your thoughts on it?
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