Ninja fight club, unicorn bows and gymnastics … oh my!


Have you ever heard the expression, “The days are long, but the years are short?”

I first remember hearing it when my oldest was about four months old, now he’s just a couple of days shy of celebrating his sixth birthday. At the time I thought, “Are you nuts? Do you have any idea how tired I am? Honestly, I don’t know when I showered last, and I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten stale pizza for the last three consecutive meals … time is crawling here!”

Well, that was then.

Now I look at my kindergartener and wonder where the toddler went. He sounds so adult at the dinner table, talking about how the Wampanoags were the first people to live in America. (Disclaimer – I had to fact check that one, but it’s true!)

All of a sudden, with no warning, he just grew up, and things I thought were years away are happening in front of my very eyes.

Apparently, he’s even joined a boys club at school! To the best of my knowledge, this is a very inclusive group of young men whose sole purpose is to chase girls on the playground … wow, right? Is first-grade ninja-fight-club next? SLOW DOWN Father Time!

Unfortunately, Parker’s not the only one growing up. The “littles,” as I like to call them, are my two youngest kiddos and they are right behind their big brother. My daughter is discovering the world of unicorn bows and jewelry, while our youngest (roughly 20 months old) has mastered the scooter, and is doing gymnastics better than I ever did.

Sadly 19 months ago I remember wishing I could just fast forward a little bit, because life felt hard, and I wanted to run away… just a little bit… for just a little while. I felt lost in sea of diapers, bottles, and spit-up (OH the spit-up!), but then things quickly changed, as kids tend to do.

Oddly, without the help of a remote, time really did speed right by, and I was kicking myself for ever wishing it did.

C.S. Lewis said, “Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work.”

Of course, that doesn’t make a rough day magically better, but it’s a solid dose of perspective that I appreciate. Some days I can hear myself on repeat,

“Don’t hit your brother!” “Please sit down at the table.” “Why are crying?” “Hands out of your mouth.” Those are the long days, but when I sit back and think about the year, it’s difficult to piece together how all those long days went by so quickly.

Jordan Schupbach is a mother of three living in the Houston area. She blogs at - sharing the good, the bad and the frenzied.


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