It’s funny how fast time flies and we don’t realize it until we are sifting through old pictures or just looking for good music and realize our music is no longer “in” I can remember laying in my bed, (I was about 12-13 years old) staring at the ceiling and just thinking about time and how I would get older and I wanted to remember myself at that specific moment in time. I wanted to remember the ceiling just at it was, every insignificant speck of that terrible popcorn ceiling…weird. Then I grew up and time just seems to slip away; especially those special moments with my son. Soon he will be the same age I was when I was staring at my ceiling. The other day I mentioned something that happened before he was born. He gave me this funny look. He got a little quiet and I asked him what was wrong and he just couldn’t comprehend the thought of me being here without him or him being here without me. He became overcome with emotion. My heart broke because I just wanted to take away that feeling but I was unprepared for this conversation. I explained that he will be much more prepared when that time comes because he will have had life experience and that for now we just have to appreciate each day so there are no regrets. Talk about forcing me to face a subject I would naturally avoid! My own personal life coach…my son.