Five Minute Friday scribblings, Mothering, Time

Long: When Days Are Long

Long Shadows

By +Jeanne Takenaka @JeanneTakenaka

My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Long. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!


When the boys were little—scrapping with each other, daring me to defy their strong wills—an older and wiser friend shared this quote with me:

“The days are long, but the years are short.”

And how true I’m finding this statement to be. The boys are now 11 1/2 and 10 years old. Bigger, stronger, more able to reason . . . and some days just as able to drive me to my knees in discouragement and prayer.

But now, I see the quickness of the years. One is almost a teenager. We have maybe seven more years to be his mama and dad while he’s under our care.

After that, our boys will spread their own wings into their beautiful lives. Independent, hopefully living for Jesus.

I see how much we still need to teach them.

Where have the days gone?

They’ve been filled with training, laughter, cuddles, battles, playing, watching movies, hopefully making fun memories they will take with them when they leave our nest.

Dusk Sundial

I’m not in a hurry for our boys to grow up. I want to cherish each day they live under our roof. Some days truly are long, but the years are picking up speed with each birthday.

And it scares me a little.

The struggles in the long days pale when I hold them up to the years our boys have already lived. It makes me a wee bit sad to see them grow. I tell them to stay small. And one of them says he will.

The other . . . he’s ready to make his days fly by and live with freedom and independence he still needs to learn to manage well. But in his mind, he is ready.

I am not.

Boys aging Collage copy

I want more long days (but not the ones where we’re battling!). Days where we hike, laugh, enjoy being together. Shared memories. Shared love.

The days may be long, but the years truly are short.

What about you? When have you wanted to slow down time, just a little? What one piece of advice would you share with those walking behind you in life?

Kate Motaung—FMF Long

15 thoughts on “Long: When Days Are Long”

  1. Beautiful words from a beautiful heart. And I love seeing these pics. It’s so true that the years fly by when we don’t want them to, but the days… crawl. Great post!


  2. The days may be long, but the years truly are short. – such a true statement, really about any season of life. The days seems to last forever but when you look back, it was quick, quick, quick. I think that is how our earthly lives will look to us in eternity.

    Great pics, and may you stretch out every one of those long days that you can!


    1. You’re right, Jerralea. The days can be long in any season. But the 20-20 hindsight proves just how quickly time passes. I hadn’t thought about the perspective of looking on our earthly days from the perspective in heaven, but I think your right. These days on this side of the veil will seem like a distant memory compared to the vibrance of eternity. Thanks for stopping by!


  3. It’s not something I really think about. I believe that God stores up the good moments, so we can savor them again at leisure; and that He dismisses the bad ones that they may never trouble us again.

    The best advice I might give is not to cling or develop an attachment to special moments, because redefining a charmingly ordinary moment with a child or a spouse or a friend as “special” takes away some of the magic.

    The moment becomes like a chair in a museum, sitting unused behind a velvet rope, and how might the chair feel about that?


    1. Andrew, I like the idea of God storing up the good moments. I look forward to heaven when there will be no more tears. I can only imagine the joy we will know there.

      I find that being able to recall special moments, sometimes gives me strength when walking through the difficult moments. Not that I wish for those moments back, but rather as a place where I remember hope. Especially when it’s a hard day with the kids. 🙂


  4. My daughter is ten and I am just realizing, that the time has passed so quickly. I try to remember to slow down and take the time to sit on the floor and look at her lego creations, ask about her day, take her grocery shopping with me.


    1. Yes, Lisa. Inviting our kids into our routine, our days is an important aspect of mothering. And just listening to them. My guys LOVE Legos. I get to see a lot of their creations and hear about what their super-hero selves can do with their weapons and whatnot. 🙂 I love it. We have to be intentional, don’t we?


  5. Yes! Packing ALL they need to know into these days…. Sometimes I wonder if I’m raising a bossy kid who knows no boundaries. Until I step back and realize we have bossy moments and we have amazing moments. It’s that trust – hoping that, as I’m doing my best, God is filling in those gaps.


    1. Yes, yes! God fills in the gaps in our mothering. This truth has brought hope and peace to me. Especially after a difficult time with the kids. 🙂 It helps me rest in knowing it’s not all up to me to make sure my guys know everything. God will teach them lessons along the way too. Thank goodness! 🙂


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