Where does the time go?

Calanders, clocks, watches, birthdays all help us to mark time. We look forward to events and holidays, bedtimes for cranky kids, meals around a family table. We find rythem to our days, and meaning to our schedules.

One halloween about 10 years ago, I thought of this genius costume ( in those days the kids were open to my creativity) TIME! I know, how do you wear TIME?

I had been cleaning out my junk drawers( I have one in every room) and I kept coming across these broken watches. That's when it hit me, if I sewed them onto a tee shirt I could make this concept a costume. From there the idea took off! I stapled a calander to the front of a painter cap, I took the oversized superman watch clock off my sons bedroom wall and used it like a belt, I wrote catch phrases like- "No time like the present",& "Time waits for no man" in puffy paint on the back of the tee. I made pictures of seasonal icons on each limb of my jeans & longsleeved thermal shirt. I looked ridiculous , but felt brilliant! No other parent at the elementary school neighborhood party would be escorting thier kids as" TIME".

After the party the outfit was thrown out, no other real use for it. That doesn't mean I still don't wear Time. I not only wear it, I lose it, I give it, I forget it, I relish it and most recently I was told my back is remembering it and my face is showing it!

Until last week I mentally felt 20 years old, but my body(back) betrayed me! I can't reasonably do the same things without feeling the wear. This week I am aged again as I recieved news of my mothers death. She was young, not supposed to go at 69. And as long as she was here I was always just years younger, my own daughter just years younger then me! Today I am the Grandmama- the oldest woman in my family! And guess what ,I just really want my mommy! Where did the time go?