My younger son graduated pre-kindergarten today. It’s not much of a milestone in the grand scheme of things, but it’s one more reminder that time only progresses in one direction, and that direction appears to be “fast”.
He’s five years old now, my oldest is seven, and every day it gets harder to account for those years. They’ve been packed with lots of great days, to be sure, it just doesn’t seem like they’ve been packed with *enough* days to account for seven years of parenthood. Having kids around definitely seems to make the time fly more quickly. You don’t have only your own milestones to keep track of, but several people’s.
Starting to think about the passing of time is a downward spiral, too. This summer I’ll be thirty five years old. Pretty soon I’ll have been out of high school for more years than I lived before graduation. Yeesh. Those years have been packed as well, but it’s a reminder that I need to make an effort to pack the next ones *more*.