The Cats in Carriage

You know, I don't think it gets any easier. As adults we age. Our children age. Our parents age. Each scenario creates its own set of challenges. Just when you think you have some understanding of something; anything. Then life throws you another curve. Changes the rules. Breaks the rules. Life really sucks that way. Honestly, and I think I could make a fairly certain case that the main rule of life is that there really are no rules.

Yes there are certainties. Gravity is good one. Generally speaking you "reap what you sew"(the bible, chapter somewhere, verse somewhere), which is an oldy but a goody. If its too good to be true.... It is.

But I digress. My kids are growing exponentially right in front of me. I don't want to miss any of it. Man does it go fast. One minute your holding this tiny being in your hand, only to sit dumbfounded the next, realizing you have again (again) been outsmarted by your child. My god if they ever learn to get along, and start hunting in a pack; I'm toast. Its funny I spend so much time trying to make my children get along. It really smacks of "be careful what you wish for". Besides that, sibs will be sibs. They concur on the important things. Ice-cream, Scooby Doo, and Mom is really the one in charge.

If only to stop time in its tracks. To enjoy the moment. The moment which I fear has a tendency to get lost in our fast paced society of instant information. I wonder if it is like this in Amish country.

"Well Ezekial, I would love to play with yee, but I've got this barn to raise, and these cows to milk. Oh Hezekia, it's seems as though yesterday you were but a boy. Know here you are eleven, married, with a full beard (I might have my religions wrong......)."

I wonder if someday our kids will laugh and say, "remember DVD players?"