Time is Relative

This morning I took my mother to the doctor's. As I waited for her, a young couple with a small child sat in front of me. The boy had a bottle, yet he looked a bit old for a bottle. Next to me another lady sat down with a small boy and girl. They looked as if they were in early elementary school.

The youngest child was cuddling with his father, and the two were smiling at each other lovingly. In that moment I wanted to tell them to relish this time, as it is over so quickly.

Next to me the little girl climbed in her mother's lap, and I remembered how my kids were constantly climbing on my lap. My mother-in-law used to comment that she never saw two children who sat on laps as frequently as mine.

My oldest with be thirty this summer. 30! And my little girl, is three years behind him.

It really does seem like such a short time ago.

The little boy and girl next to me were looking at pictures on the wall. They were of sports teams the doctor had sponsored. Each had a date, and the mother was pointing out one to the children, noting that it predated their birth.

For them, that was soooooo long ago. The year 2000.

Time is relative.