“The days are long but the years are short” was something I was told by an older parent, with a wistful look, in the very early days of my new parenthood.
As the years have passed, I’ve come to learn that it’s a really profound statement. I didn’t realise just how much the days can seriously drag, and just how much I’d wish that the children’s harder phases would pass quickly…
But then I’d blink and the day is over and the phase has passed and my baby is not a baby anymore.
It’s actually made me a lot more mindful! I’ve taken up meditating and looked into modern Stoicism, specifically to appreciate the moments and not wish them away nor waste time wishing it would all slow down!