There was a time when he could sit in the backseat of the car and his feet not touch the floor, and there was a time when his hand had to be held just to cross the street. He couldn't go outdoors by himself, and he couldn't manage basic latrine activities alone. He couldn't read. He couldn't write, nor could he do a single math problem. In fact, he used to sing a song that said, “I'm too young to march in the infantry, ride in the calvary, shoot the artillery,” but today, it's different. Today, he's older. Today, he's in the hands of the United States Marines.
It's a marvel how time passes. One moment they are hitting baseballs off tees, and the next they're going to the prom. In a flash they go from coloring books to graduation, and if one is not careful, years pass by without regard to their speed. Oh, there is a lot of activity in between, but it becomes a blur when measured against the swiftness of growth within a child. Though they are indeed too young for many ventures as a toddler, they now possess capacities and maturity that readies them for the world.
A word to the wise, especially for the young parents: Enjoy every moment as they pass by, every word, every action, every activity in which they are involved, for more quickly than you'll notice, they will walk out your door and be a man or woman, and you'll feel too young to have a child that old.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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