It's just time...

I have come to realize over the past few weeks a simple concept - that everything is just time. Basic, I know. Yet, so abstract. It's just time to wait until the fertilized egg becomes a rapidly growing cluster of cells, turning to a fetus, an infant, a schoolaged child, a teenager, a mature adult... Time goes so fast, yet at times so slow. As I struggle through many changes in my life, time definitely seems slow. Though one look in the mirror and the creases at the corner of my eyes and the larger pores at my skin's surface make the same slow time seem fast. Keep in mind - it's just time.

Whoever said having a newborn is hard, tough, physically demanding, etc? I have a teenager and I am the most physically exhausted that I have been in my time as a mother. My sleep deprived body physically aches from exhaustion, stress, and demands of parenting a child trying to be an adult. And just how does one get through to a know-it-all teenager? The love I have for my children is intense and it is very painful to witness them experiment with life. Will they ever realize and care what they have put their mother through? I feel like I am grasping at the most delicate and fine string...