Time Flies
Some time ago, I attended the graduation ceremony of my son. He will go to the elementary school next month.
As I sat there in the audience area, I watched him play the bass drum in the marching band. I forgot how big he was then. I forgot to watch him grow. All this time I was busy with myself. It seemed to feel like it’s only yesterday that I had him in my arms as a baby. I’m affraid if I close my eyes and open them again, I’d find myself in his wedding ceremony. Standing next to a beautiful girl.
I like to think that in the future, people can travel in time. And that I have gone through the tunnel and ended up where I am now. I must have attended my son’s wedding ceremony. Then, I suddenly felt (in the future sense, that is) homesick to the time where he was in his mother’s womb. The time when we liked to play classical music on my wife’s stomach.
Then, the time when he’s still a baby and liked to play funny face.
In short, I like to think that I am now living my memory. That these all have happened before. I am just running it all the way again. I want to enjoy every moment in it.
And now that he’s going to the elementary school, I guess the tape is going to run out. I guess I have to make use of my time. I have to be there for him everytime he needs a mentor.
