Huh...

Those with children probably knew this already, and they definitely tried to tell me, but the period of time when children are babies and helpless ends pretty quickly.  I am the parent of a kid.  She starts kindergarten in the fall.  She is chatty and can get milk out of the fridge and pour it for herself.  She sleeps all night and even typically sleeps late enough that I have zero excuses to not get out and run in the morning.  She's pretty easy going, travels well, fits fairly easily into most plans, and is almost always fun to hang out with.

So here I am, five years later, and suddenly noticing that life is really going by.  Is it true that I am going to blink and she will be graduating?  It certainly seems true that I need to physically work much harder and prepare more to achieve the same mediocre results athletically.  I'm suddenly aware of the passage of time in a new and acute way.  I'm close to halfway through a normal working life (of course as an older mom the chances of my retiring before 70 are probably slim).

Huh.  Life goes by.  My life is good, but it seems to be accelerating with each passing year.  This must be how it is.  I'm not going to bemoan it or complain or buy a sports car.  It is what it is.  I'll officially be mid-40s this summer.  A middle aged mom.  And I'm happy - despite my lack of ideas for making time slow down.