Where does the time go?

Posted 8/18/19

There’s nothing like the start of the new school year to remind us all just how fast time moves

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Where does the time go?

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There’s nothing like the start of the new school year to remind us all just how fast time moves.

I know that for parents all over it’s a painful time of growth – your children are growing up and leaving the summer roost to continue their educational endeavors. Some are starting school for the first time. Some are heading off to college. Either way, time is getting the best of you.

Upon getting parts of my own household ready for the start of school I couldn’t help but lament for my mom as she too reminisced about my first day of kindergarten. A bright eyed, nervous five-year old standing on the front porch wearing a hand-made purple dress and donning a purple backpack and purple “Beauty and the Beast” hard cased lunchbox. The world at my fingertips as I bounced through the doors of Oakman Elementary School into Mrs. Kimbrell’s class. I was in time-out by the end of the first day for talking to my best friend. By the middle of the second day I busted my knee on the monkey bars at gym and learned the first hand sting of Mrs. Tidwell’s “special” antiseptic spray she used to clean my wound. Why did I climb higher than I needed to and decide to swing from the top of the metal framed bars that were shaped like a house? Was it to impress people? No, it was because I was daring, moving to the beat of my own drummer, only to fall because I simply wasn’t ready to fly. Then by the first semester I had made friends – many of whom I wouldn’t even talk to come our high school years, some of them I’ve not seen nor hear from in over 10 years.

Where does the time go?

I try to understand time as a progression of movement and simply can’t wrap my head around it.

In a 24-hour period (of which we created to pace ourselves in our day) we get up, go to work or school, come home, take care of house needs to take part in some recreational activities, get ready for bed, sleep then wake up and do it all over again. A cyclical cycle. A human construct that we created to help us balance the present and our perception of the past, an illusion made up of human memories to hold us in a moment. It makes my head and my heart hurt.

I see time in the face of my dog as he gets older. I see time in the graying of my father’s hair. I see time set in the small wrinkles on my forehead that I never noticed until now at the age of 32.

This school year embrace time as it flows in and out of your life. Annoy your children and take the photos. Capture every single moment that takes place because before you know it, it will all be over.

Of course these are just things I’ve had in my head for a few days now – like why are school buses in Alabama not equipped with air-conditioning? Why do weddings have to cost so much money? Why do people think traveling to social media with their issues will make life any better? And why can’t all Walmart locations in Alabama make milk $1.39 – why is it just the near-Aldi locations that get to price match? Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the realization that Christmas is only a few months and before long it will be 2020. Then summer will return. Then we will be back to the start of a new school year. All things moving in the cyclical cycle of time.

Oh the unrelenting grip that time has on us – things move along, never slowing down, just going. Where does the time go?

Laura Pitts is a former Daily Mountain Eagle reporter and currently serves as director of the Scottsboro Public Library.