Every now and then something comes up and just slaps you in the face. My birthday is on Sunday. The slap in the face is that I am turning 70. I remember turning 30, and saying to myself oh my gosh I am 30. Well now the harsh reality of life is that I am now 70. No longer a spring chicken or even middle age, I am now old. The surprising thing is that outside of a few aches and pains, I do not feel old. Inside I still am that girl that decided to walk home from school and the young mother, and the aspiring artist full of ideas.
What I understand now is that my grandmother was still a young person inside. How does this happen. We go to bed at night and wake up each new morning, day after day. Time waits for no one, but our spirits if not beaten down survives and remains the same. I hope that I will always have a zest for life. I hope that I will always be able to wonder at God's creation. Life is about loving and taking the time to appreciate the small things.
My grandmother use to say that youth was wasted on the young. It is not
until you've gotten older, that you have a better idea of what life is
really about. From my vantage point of my 70 years, I have the
advantage of hind sight, as well as views to the future. It is much
easier to put life into perspective. I am able to still be that little
girl in my mind, the young woman in love for the first time, the hurried
mother of three wonderful boys. I can vividly relive my life of
experiences. Close my eyes and mentally walk through my grandparents
home. Memory is such a wonderful thing letting us relive the good
times, and remember all the people who were so important in your life.
The interesting thing is that mentally you are that young person inside,
only the body ages if you are lucky your mind allows you to be that
same person that you always were.
