We constantly look forward. What are we doing at the weekend? How many weeks to Christmas? Is it band tomorrow? My daughter asks me every night when I give her a bedtime kiss, ” Mummy what are we doing tomorrow?”.
If instead we look back, is there some hope that time will stand still, even just for a few minutes.
We took a family walk at the beach this past weekend. I was constantly at the back of my crew trying to catch up. Out of sheer frustration I called out to my son. He stopped and looked back. I saw at that moment that he is no longer my little boy. I love what he is growing into but feel the loss of what he’s leaving behind.
If we take time to look back will time stand still, even just for a few moments?