Slipping through my fingers

This week for me is summed up by the ABBA song slipping though my fingers. I have always liked the song but the words have always been far more meaningful to me once I had kids and especially after my daughter went to school. On her first day I couldn’t believe that five years had passed so quickly and my baby was now a school girl. Since then the words of that ABBA song have always made me cry if I play the CD or listen to it on the radio. And if I’m watching Mamma Mia I cry my eyes out at the part when Meryl Streep sings it as she gets her daughter ready for her wedding. Much to the amusement of my husband and kids. So I try when I can to hear it on my own to avoid the “Oh she’s off again comments.”

The words of the song always are the first to mind on the first day of a school year. As once again their world is school and different from yours and they are another year older. It has been particularly acute this year as I am aware for my cousins that their children are going to school for the first time. One their youngest is off to school and the other their eldest child both different experiences but end of era’s for both child and parents. It has been great to see the photos on Facebook seeing the excited faces of the children in uniform for the first time which brings a tear to any parent’s eye. On the other secondary side my niece is going up to high school next week in Dumfries. It doesn’t seem any time since I rushed from the borders to see her a day old in hospital in Glasgow and marvelled in the miracle that new life brings and now she’s going to secondary school. Friends of mine in St Boswells have had children going up to high school this week and the chat on our daily walks is about how they are getting on.

So when I took the photos of my kids as they left to start Primary six and Primary three I had a tear in my eye as the words yet again of the ABBA song came to mind.

Is it being overly emotional? I am sure many would argue that it is. But for me the song isn’t just a chance to release my emotions it also teaches me a lesson each and every time I hear it which is that you have to make memories for you and your kids which you and they can treasure for the rest life. One friend recently won a competition and she was expressing on Facebook how pleased she was about it. Her eldest daughter who lives in the USA remarked how her mum had always won competitions and she remembered with joy her mum winning her a Sindy doll which she played with for years and years. Across the Atlantic although apart a memory was shared that touched them and touched me I confess. And as the very wise Primary one teacher in St Boswells said to me when my daughter was in primary one and I needed to take her out early for her grandparents special wedding anniversary weekend.

“Mrs Drane what you are giving your child is a life time of memories and that’s what parents are there to do.”

So for me slipping through my fingers is not for me just a song its far more than that its a reminder to create memories for my children as much as I can while they are still with me.

Words to Slipping through my fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she’s gone there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t
And why I just don’t know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers…

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile…

And finally good luck to my cousin’s children and mums you are allowed a tear it’s a big moment. And good luck too to those I know who are going up to secondary school.

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About fionadranesblog

40 plus mum of two married with a mad cocker spaniel. Along with two colleagues run Bright Light Marketing a rural marketing agency who specialise in getting rural businesss noticed. www.brightlightmarketing.co.uk. Live in St Boswells in the wonderful Scottish Borders. Love books, walking and living life to the full here in the Scottish Borders though its sometimes a juggle!
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One Response to Slipping through my fingers

  1. zazu3791 says:

    I’m 16 and it makes me cry everytime. I just think about how I’m growing up so fast and this song makes me just want to go to my mom and give her a hug. 🙂

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