Digital Designs by Sandi Staton
In just a few weeks, I’ll be a great-grandmother.
I guess I should feel old, but I don’t. I don’t feel young either. But, I still have most of my teeth, I can walk without a cane, and I’m not in a Nursing Home, so I’m good. I do forget things though, like where I hide my husband’s remote control, or putting the clothes in the dryer. One day I forgot my grandson in a restaurant. He was asleep in his stroller . . . the quietest he’d been all day. Of course I ran back and got him!
Sometimes I pine for my youth; when I had the world in my hands and didn’t know what to do with it; when life was simpler and it seemed that sixty-seven was leap years away.
I’d be lying if I said getting old doesn’t scare me, that I never think of dying, that I never fear being left alone. But I try not to let my fears consume me. I stay busy, keep my mind active, and enjoy life to the fullest. I play with my grand-kids, joke and cut up so much that sometimes they actually think I’m they’re age.
I’ll never be an expectant mother again. I’ll never paint and redecorate my nursery again. I’ll never expect holding my baby in my arms again. But life doesn’t begin and end there. Life is a gift at any age; to be treasured, loved and honored . . . like a lady in waiting.