The doc I worked with on my away rotation went through medical school not expecting children since his wife had had extensive radiation for an early cancer and was deemed infertile. To his surprise, a few years into his established family practice, he had a couple little girls. He told me how before the girls, time for him was at a standstill. Now with the little ones, he sees old mannerisms disappearing while new ones begin all the time. To him time is running rampant and he cannot get it under control again. He loves his daughters very much but still admits he misses things they used to do when they were younger.
I don't cuddle up with my dad anymore. I also don't fall asleep on my grandmother's lap while we watch an evening movie. I also don't cutely offer to help with cleanup after dinner and instead make sure I do the heavier cleanup so no one else must. I do still run over to my friends' home but stay much later than I used to.
Tomorrow I go to take another test in a multitude of tests I have taken and that I have yet to take. After it is over, I will celebrate by either running around outside a bit, paying bills, or playing Warcraft. Then Saturday I'll drive home for a night. All of it has happened before and will happen again.
But one day it won't!
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