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Gone in half a blink
From needing nurturing
To always out
Rarely giving time
Sequestered in their lair
Like a cocooned larva
*
We rarely think ahead
The humorous mourning
Of our little ones advancement
Weeping at milestones
That grow fewer
And farther apart
*
Their youth is fleeting
To a point we never sense
Always thinking
We can sacrifice a night here
A day there
A week from time to time
*
Teenagers catch us by surprise
Some defiant
Others not that different
From the child we piggybacked
Either is a shocking sign
That time is dwindling
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Adulthood will strike
Off to college
Starting a job
Heavier milestones
Come rapid fire
So we must cherish the now
Legends of Windemere 
Our youngest is thirty. Surprising how fast the time goes. Cherish the moments.
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Thirty seems to come so quickly. Then time slows down because that year feels so long ago.
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Charles, so true! I’m cherishing the memories. Kids grown, grandkids grown, and great-grandkids two-years-old. A lot of fun reminiscing. 📚🎶 Christine
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Great that you can gather three generations of memories. 🙂
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Very poignant, Charles. I can’t help thinking of “Cat’s in the Cradle” and “Sunrise, Sunset”–songs that usually make me cry.
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I don’t remember the second one, but that first one always hits hard.
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I’m in the middle of it and trying to do what you’re suggesting despite the sheer exhaustion 😀
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It’s difficult. Kids and life in general dot really care about sleep.
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