Help Wanted: Mathmetician for Mommies LIke Me

As most know, math is not, shall we say, my greatest talent. Okay, so my first grader understands algebra better than I do. So it comes as no surprise that I don't know the answer to the following question:

Is there a mathematical formula that expresses why time seems to fly past faster and faster the older I get? Because for some reason it seems that with each year that goes by, the Earth turns faster and the hands on the clock speed up.

It's Christmas time again, and I guess that it always makes me a little nostalgic. It doesn't seem that it was so long ago that I was anxiously waiting for Mom and Dad to FINALLY say that it was okay to get up and go open presents. And it was just last week, wasn't it, that I sat with hands across my swollen belly, hoping that my son would wait just a few more days and not be born on Christmas day? And wasn't it just yesterday that I held my newborn baby girl, still fascinated by every inch of her 10-day-old self, watching her yawn and stretch up her tiny hands as she snuggled in to my chest for another nap?

Today I've been able to spend a precious day with those same little spirits, each terribly excited for the sun to go down so that Santa can arrive at last. And, as it's rare that I have such an opportunity, I must admit to having some fascination with watching them play in the snow and plugging in the Christmas tree and having snack time and yes, arguing just a smidge. I suppose that in my own way, I've been taking "memory pictures" (as well as some digital ones) in an effort to create a movie in my mind that I can replay years from now. Because I have a sneaky suspicion that time will continue to speed up, and before I know it they will be teenagers...and then adults...and that they'll have lost the fascination they have with twinkling lights and snowball fights and the magical world of Santa Claus. That is, I suppose, until they get to have babies of their own.

So if there is such a mathematical formula out there, do you suppose that, some great mind could find a way to change it so that the world could stop spinning quite so fast? Because I need more days just like this one.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.