 SPA NIGHT Time Flies!
Cliche, I know. But truly . . . the seasons of life pass so very quickly. I spent this weekend with a grandchild who use to tea party and build forts with blankets and scatter markers and glitter and crayons and game pieces across my floor while chatter, chatter, chattering at me non-stop. Now . . . we ‘hit’ the mall and paint our nails and wear facial masks and conversations are far more quiet and contemplative. And - ‘grandma worship’ is replaced with the distractions of peers and pressures and just plain . . . growing up. My oldest grandchild, now in his 20s with a little one of his own, periodically reaches out to chat on the days when we use to play together or . . . we converse on the philosophy and the responsibilities of life. His sister and her husband just gave birth to twins and I beam with pride as I listen to my granddaughter express how in love she is with her littles. My two youngest grands still excitedly share on the mastery of learning to ride a bike or the discovery of eggs found during an Easter hunt or the latest creation colored, just for grandma. During my drive home one evening, a call came through from Miss Lou, “Grandma, I can count to 100. Do you want to hear me?” and she proceeds with her demonstration, “1, 2, 3 . . . 98, 99, 100.” I heartily congratulate her achievement which she follows with, “Grandma, I can count to 100 by 10s” and she quickly exhibits her ability. She counts by 5s and by 2s and by 3s (with a little help from gram) and the miles passed quickly as together we built a memory. If only I possessed the wherewithal to freeze in time the ‘mom devotion’ or the ‘grandma adoration’ seasons; where little voices squeal and tiny feet race toward and small hands slip into my own each time I walk through the door. But life’s momentum merely allows a forward trajectory and letting go of the past, both of the bitter and of the bliss, is imperative to embracing today’s season. I wake this morning to my grandson’s invitation, “Hey grandma, When do you think you’ll have time to hang out? I’d like to take you to dinner and before you mention money, I’ve got the check covered.” I cherish yesterday's sweet memories, but today . . . is filled with life.
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AuthorAs a young adult, I believed there to be a point of arrival; a place where internal struggles with fear or anger or confusion give way to assurance and appropriate displays of passion and clarity of thought and direction. Where striving with relationships transform into understanding and acceptance and the propensity to self-protect shifts to trust and confident vulnerability. However, to my dismay, I was startled to learn, through a friend in her 80s, my perception was most definitely a misconception. Archives
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