"I cannot wait a minute longer!" Katie stands before me, hands on her hips and her impatience rearing like an angry tiger that I haven't dropped my task and attended to her very urgent need to locate her doll's hat.
There must be a gene somewhere, buried deep in our human DNA, that gives us the ability to wait. I think it is called patience.
I remember when I was little, the days would seem to go on forever and the mere thought of making it through an entire summer vacation was like facing an entire lifetime in three months. The days spent making beaches for my Barbies in the sandbox were like blank pages of a book, waiting for me to fill them with each fascinating moment that resided in my imagination. A weekend without seeing my best friend was torturous, and the weeks my dad would spend in Alaska seemed to never end.
Somewhere, time sped up.
I don't know when and I don't know how, but it did.
Sooner or later, time will slow for my daughter. She will learn to w-a-i-t just like everyone else and when that happens, I expect a big apology for these days - these days when all she can focus on are her needs, right now, at this very minute and step on it already!
And so, I'll wait it out, because that's what I've learned. I've learned that a day can pass faster than you can even imagine. Memories can be made with the blink of an eye. A whole year can go by and leave you scratching your head wondering just how the heck that happened.
As I age, as the clock of my time here speeds up, I realize that time is the one commodity that I cannot control nor can I purchase.
It's probably best that we cannot purchase time, that there is no Visa card with an extraordinary limit with which to purchase time - for if there were, I'd be in debt up to my eyeballs. And that little girl there - the one who can't find her dolly's hat this very instant and must find it now and you must help her - she'd be the bank.
I am hesitant to mention anything, but my very best friend's family is going through an incredibly difficult time after a horrible accident involving their daughter.
The past few days have been a surreal mixture of ambulances, helicopters, hospitals and surgeries for all of us, and everyone is trying to get through each long minute and be there for each other. She is doing remarkably well and will be fine, but the days ahead and the days behind have been and will still be rough for awhile.
Some of you may figure out who I am talking about and if you have any questions, you may email me, but please respect their privacy and the difficultness of the situation at this time. Know that the other children are being cared for and are currently rolling on the floor laughing, playing and doing the very best they can and enjoying as close to normal with us as is possible.
If you have any prayers to spare I kindly ask that you send them their way.