The other day we celebrated Tonka’s 9th birthday. It was a great party, orchestrated in a meaningful way by the NFO.
In fact, the event was hosted at the Hebrew Home for the Aged and the event consisted of singing Hannukah songs for the residents and then having the kids do projects with them to make blankets for disadvantaged kids and paint vases for sick children.
And, yes, there was cake.
The kids had a great time.
What struck me, however, was that I had hit a ‘halftime’ of sorts, as Tonka was, in theory, halfway to being out of the house.
Sure, parenting will never be done, but if she leaves at 18, well, then I’m 50% of the way there.
Just like that.
I feel like a cliché when I say that it seems like only yesterday when she was born and I was crying my eyes out (and thanks to the web, it’s only a click away)
In this moment, however, I am acutely aware of the passage of time and how precious it is to be with my kids as they grow up.
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