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Edge Mom: Theories of relativity

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Time is weird when you're a parent. There are times usually when there is fighting or crying - when time seems to stretch out and last forever. That witching hour before bedtime when no one can behave can feel like a miserable eternity. And on the other side of the spectrum it can seem like yesterday when they were just wee bundles, swaddled and blankets and having that amazing 'new baby' smell.

And now, with the kids in school it's a whole new level of weird time. On the one hand, the weeks seem to fly by. I get up at 4:50 a.m. to get lunches made, backpacks packed and at least locate the majority of items needed to get out the door (hats, mittens, snow pants, boots, coats plus shoes for indoors). Technically, I don't have to get up that early. I've proven this on days where I slept through the alarm. But it's also when I do some room cleaning, then sit and relax for 20 minutes before the rush.

It was only two weeks ago that the kids had their first school concert. They sang various songs about winter and snow men and snow falling. There were hand gestures, and the lines were remembered and bows were taken. It was great. And it feels like it happened months ago.

Weekends got by in a blur of press releases, story editing, church, and watercolors often punctuated by meal and snack times.

I don't know when the kids grow. It must happen at night or during nap those rare, rare naptimes. But suddenly all three of them are taller than the banister on the stairs. Tall enough to peer into all of the drawers. Tall enough to get their own silverware. But it was just last week they were learning to walk, wasn't it? I can still smell the flowers in yard and see the grass hoppers we were chasing. Now it's nothing but sleds and snow shovels outside. Aren't we still recovering from that awful winter from last year? How can it possibly be winter again?

I just went clothes shopping over the weekend - something I realized I hadn't done in two years. I've never been a huge fan of shopping. Don't get me wrong, I likebuyingthings. And I lovehavingpretty clothes. But the whole process of looking at everything, trying everything on blegh. Two years! But I still remember it vividly. It feels like it was a few months ago, but nope. I bought those fine slacks back in 2013 Oh crap, that'sthreeyears ago.

And I talk to parents, parents with kids who are in their teens and sometimes their 20s. Surely, I will never have a kind in their teens, right? I mean that's oh, no less than 10 years away. How does that even happen? I still remember when I was pregnant vividly, much more vividly than I remember what I did last week. I remember when my daughter first laughed. I remember when my son took his first steps. All of these things feel like they happened last week.

And I'll go months or years without seeing friends and have it feel like hardly a week has passed.

As I write this, the weekend is nearly over and I can already tell next week will be a fog of crazy-awesomeness (because those are the only times I have).

I think the 10th Doctor said it best: 'People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.'



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