In my childhood kitchen, a framed crocheted sign hung on the wall, a gift from a family friend. It read: “With children, the days are long, and the years are short.”
A cliche, to be sure. But the adage is accurate. My daughter Skye is headed to second grade at a Chicago Public School, and the whole family looks at this 7-year-old with wonder and wistfulness, asking, “Gee, where did the time go?”
