It seems like only yesterday when I cradled our newborn grandson in my arms.
Flash-forward and our pure bundle of joy is four going on 31. He lights up the room and our life. I revel in his innocence, sense of discovery and unbridled glee. This proud grandmother won’t share his photo today because our family wants to shield him from the glare of social media. We prefer to wait until he’s mature enough to decide how to navigate an unfiltered world.
Last weekend’s party – complete with COVID-19 masks, social distancing and a birthday candle snuffer – was a welcome reprieve from another agonizing, draining week in America. As I celebrated our family’s joyous milestone, I got to thinking about the passage of time. It’s been said, “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away.”
Do we live enough in the moment? Or, are we guilty of spending more time rehashing the past and worrying about the future? Do the “what ifs” outweigh the “what now?” As a communications professional, I counsel clients about maintaining a healthy balance. Examine the past, plan for the future and seize the moment. As a grandmother, I hope to take my own advice and cherish the memories, the moments and the possibilities.