Quality Time Forward

Posted: December 18, 2013 in Community, Family
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Time sure is a funny thing. Sometimes it seems to drag on, making things difficult. At others, it goes by too quickly, barely allowing you to savour it. In general, we all perceive it differently, and many of us  don’t appreciate it like we should. We spend it, we waste it, we bend it, we lose it, we make it. It is one of the only things that we all share that is absolute, and we all have the same amount of it in a 24 hour period. You cannot buy it, borrow it, lend it, or buy it even though many have tried.

As it passes us by, my outlook has changed. This is a natural by-product of aging. Your perspective generally dictates your perception. As a young child, when summer began, a vast wasteland of time and opportunity stretched out before me, seemingly endless. Winter was the same. From the first snowfall we dreamt of skating and hockey and playing in the snow. Snowball fights and sliding, carnivals and any number of outdoor activities, followed by hot chocolate and board games. It seems our days were filled with love and laughter and fun. It’s true that there were many not so good days, but our minds often snip those pages out of our memory books, tending to leave the best ones for us to read on days where we reminisce.

My youngest son Mackie and I recently watched the series finale of Futurama, an animated program about a young man who gets cryogenically frozen for 1000 years, and tries to fit in to society in the year 3000. It’s not a show for everybody, but we enjoyed it all the same. But when we watched the final scene, my skin broke out into gooseflesh. I began to realize that this was the end of an era of sorts for Mackie and I.

We began watching this show together in his bedroom many years ago, back when he had trouble getting to sleep. It was my job to do this, as Anne and Alex were and still are early to be and early to rise. Mackie takes after me. being a night owl. And Futurama became our weapon of choice. We would put a disc in his little cheap DVD player, snuggle together on his bed, and laugh at the on-screen mayhem that ensued. We would pontificate about various things during boring parts. He is an inquisitive kid, and keeping up to him was a challenge. Often I would wake up at 3 in the morning, back all sore from sharing a tiny bed with an ever-growing child, and make my way to my own bed. In the last few years, we watched this show on the sofa instead, still laughing, still chatting, still asking and answering an endless sea of questions.

This is not about a television program. We could have been watching ‘The Rockford Files’. But the memories we have shared during this time are interwoven with the fabric of Futurama. It has formed our mutual sense of humour. And when we watched the final scene, we shared a long moment of silence. It was bittersweet. My little boy was becoming a man seemingly before my eyes, and watching the final episode of a show that saw us through so many father/son times was bringing that fact home.

The beautiful thing about all this is that as human beings we can choose to move forward with little things like this. Everyone has these kinds of moments. It’s what you do with them that counts. And so, as we moved through the awkward silence, we looked at each other, and decided to do what came most natural to us…..we’re going to watch the series again, and relive our moments together. Sure, it won’t be the same, but in some ways, it’ll be better.

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