On Sunday, time crept back an hour. My mind leapt back a year. Downloading the pictures of this year’s Halloween and your visit to the pumpkin patch. And looking at the pictures of last year. You were so tiny then, hardly able to stand on your two feet. Now, you run.
Maya At the Pumpkin Patch: Month 8
Maya At Pumpkin Patch: Month 20
You were cute little bunny then. A little roaring lion now.
Maya's First Halloween: As A Bunny
Maya's Second Halloween: As a Lion
We had to hold you then, let you go now. Running is still a game, you want us to chase you. Soon, you’ll be running farther and farther away. And letting you go is what good parenting is supposed to be about. I will value the return of my own time, of time with Shanthala. But I’ll also mourn the lack of our time.
Fall backward, spring forward, that’s how you remember the culture of the clock, someone said, hoping to ease the recollection of what is when. But, with every spring forward, a small part of me falls backward, to the memories of your early days.
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