Feels like only yesterday...
- parentingwithprakr
- Aug 14
- 2 min read
“It feels like just yesterday that I was in Class 1 when I was constantly caught by the teachers for bringing my transformer toys. Remember how I used to hide the toys between my books in my bag despite you telling me to keep them away. I can’t believe school life is over already. How did the years go by so swiftly mom?”
Raghav snuggled up to me in bed the other day with his profound statement.
This is one ritual he has been consistently doing since toddlerhood- catching us in bed and cuddling between his parents.
Just that now he has become conscious that these are precious moments which might not remain so.
He is on the threshold of moving out of the safe havens of home into college and hostel life.
That’s why every simple action or ordinary behaviour by everyone in the family assumes more meaning for him. For instance, I can clearly sense he dwells on our goodmorning or goodnight hugs a while longer, as if trying to savour it to the core. He appreciates the food on the dining table a tad more; when his dad promptly does Amazon Prime on his latest fancy (tool kit of screwdrivers) or when I get another dry fit tee for his workout, when the sis (on her outing with friends) packs her fav Korean meal she wants him to try out- he seems clearly overwhelmed with joy and blessing.
Yes, life does appear to be moving in fast forward at times. I overheard the spouse remarking to my cousin (who happened to be his college mate) "Doesn't it feel like just yesterday when we were in college, then we got a job, got married. Now within a couple of years we are going to retire,” they laughed aloud in unison.
And I thought to myself, yes, it does seem like just yesterday that we started our rollercoaster ride of family life.
Spiritual masters often say when the going is good, time seems to fly in a jiffy, but when the going is tough, it feels like ages. That’s how we tend to live our heaven and hell on earth itself.
This was an incomplete blog that I missed posting in April which I chanced upon this morning.
Cut to the present. It is August, '25.
The sonshine has left for college in distant lands.
It has been just a month since I returned after dropping him there. But it feels like he’s been gone ages.
For, every day without him fooling around for that extra hug or attention, feels long and never ending.
Does this make any sense to you?
Do you relate to any of this?
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