13 Elul 5774
By Stacey Silberman
It’s interesting, the concept of time. There are times when it feels that time is dragging, time is going too fast, or that time has stopped. In actuality, time continues to move on no matter the circumstance. I find that watching children grow is proof of that. A conversation with my twins:
“How old are you today?”
Jack and Izzy: “Four!”
“How old will you be tomorrow?”
Jack and Izzy: “FIVE!”
“How old will be the day after that?”
Jack and Izzy: “SIX!”
“Well, that’s not quite how it works.”
It may feel that way next year on their birthday that it was just a day prior when they were turning five.
One of the most rewarding experiences working at Camp Sholom this summer was watching my four year olds and all the Rishonimers bond with 2nd graders, 3rd graders, 4th graders, 6th graders etc. These same younger kids at home have their parents take care of the very things they did for my four year olds. Perhaps this is the magic of camp, perhaps it is the true definition that time does in fact march on.