Children are the undeniable markers of time. We can see not only year-to-year but sometimes day-to-day that time will swallow us all whole. We wonder if we are making the most of it now. We wonder what we would do differently then. We often think the time for action is in the future, when we will surely get it right. And then we arrive at the allotted time realizing we have done so little of what we had set out to do. We were so sure we would. But the years had somehow grown shorter, they shot by faster, and now we feel haunted by everything we left undone.
