PROMPTuesday #115 – Lord I Miss You

DaGoddess @ 00:31

It would be entirely too easy to point back to my post about Rob for this one, so I’m going to avoid that. I’m actually going to share a little something that hits very close to home. Something that’s been very much on my mind this past week.

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Once upon a time, that was Little Dude. Now he’s basically as tall as I am, his voice is deepening, and he’s occasionally selectively deaf to my voice. In other words, he’s a teenager.

I actually started tearing up the other night as I was going through photos of him now and stumbled across photos of him way back when. It seems like yesterday, but it wasn’t.

And then there’s Mojo.


She’s going to officially be graduating from high school next week (finally!) and I want very much to be there. I remember clearly her first day of school and now she’s graduating? How does this happen? Where does the time go? WHY? WHY? WHY?

And then give a big sigh and just accept that time does not stand still. If it did, it would have frozen back when my ass was still fairly tight and relatively small(ish), my breasts were still perky, and my stomach essentially flat.

Thanks for the walk down memory lane, Deb.


  1. It is to weep. Where has the time gone? Why can’t we stop them growing?

    Same thing is happening to oldest grandson; his voice is deepening… just a bit. His head hits my chin now. It’s disturbing.

    Comment by Pam — 2010/07/21 @ 07:04

  2. It does go way to fast. The first set of kids are all grown and out of the house one even had grand kids! The other set of kids, it just seems like yesterday they were coming home from the hospital.

    Comment by Retired Navy CPO — 2010/07/21 @ 07:17

  3. :grouphug:

    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/07/21 @ 11:14

  4. I hope you can make it to MoJo’s graduation. This is one of THOSE events…. Dealio. Big one.

    Comment by Temple Stark — 2010/07/23 @ 17:26

  5. :cross:

    We shall see.


    Comment by DaGoddess — 2010/07/23 @ 17:35

  6. Oh boy.
    This is making me cry.
    I want to say it’s the hormones, but I know better.

    Comment by San Diego Momma — 2010/07/28 @ 23:47

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