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Life flies by when enjoying precious family moments

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During the 38 mph, wintry-mix, white-knuckle drive back from Taylor University on Monday, I had plenty of time to calculate that spring would officially arrive in 30 days, seven hours, 23 minutes and 42 seconds.

By the time you read this Saturday morning with your coffee in hand, we’re down to 25 days — or a mere 600 hours; 3.5 weeks sounds even better.

Through the freezing rain and snow-covered interstate drive, I also had overabundant time to calculate that Alex, daughter No. 1, is hosting a bridal shower in 18 days for Chloe, daughter No. 2, who is getting married in a mere 54 days. Phoebe, daughter No. 3, graduates from high school in 102 days, celebrates her 18th birthday, participates in her last Bible Bowl National Tournament in Indianapolis in 138 days and starts her freshmen year in college in 188 days — one day before the husband and I celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary.

Life lately has been cranked up to warp speed. Only two months ago, both Aly and Chloe graduated from college, and I finally unsealed my wedding dress so all three girls could try on my tea-length dress — and laugh hysterically at the 1989 padded shoulders.

While life is whizzing by like an Indycar, I’ve begun to notice the last of the little things.

The last time my daughters will have their toothbrushes together in the same bronze, three-holed toothbrush holder.

The last time I will get up during the night and peek into their bedrooms — or count three cars — to make sure they got home safely.

One of the last times all five of us spend a Saturday morning reading the newspaper or latest book after awaking and piling into our king-size bed.

Of course, we raised them to be confident, independent young women; but the changes still make a momma feel a bit melancholy. The French poet Anatole France expressed it perfectly when he wrote:

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Janet Hommel Mangas, the third of seven children, grew up on the east side of Greenwood. The Center Grove area resident and her husband are the parents of three daughters. Send comments to letters@dailyjournal.net.

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