Wednesday, February 19, 2014

More Thoughts On Aging

There are many things we know, or perhaps think we know. It isn't until we find ourselves right in the middle of them that we realize we didn't know after all. We didn't know in the "living it out" sort of way. We merely gave it an intellectual nod.

I knew some day the picture would change. I would no longer be the child - loved, protected and cared for.  I didn't really understand the depth of such love - not until I held my own children in my arms. Then I knew. 

I knew the picture couldn't stay the same. It would grow and change as the years rolled by more quickly than I could ever have imagined.

I knew, because everyone said so, some day the roles would slowly shift. But I didn't know. A part of me thought this season of life, with its empty nest and unscheduled days would be one of rest and ease.

The little girl couldn't imagine the Dad who had effortlessly swung her up on his strong shoulders falling and needing rescuing of his own. She couldn't know the sadness of watching the slow slide downward, the heart-pounding calls late at night, a father weeping at the kitchen table, holding a distraught mother in her arms, the loss of so much that was once taken for granted.

There are blessings to be sure. The family gatherings, the stories great-grandchildren never mind hearing over and over again, the beautiful legacy of faith they continue to live out. I now know I must  cherish the moments.

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  1. My heart knows now and empathizes.

  2. Oh, Linda. Yes, the roles change and take us by surprise, don't they? Sigh. This is lovely, especially with those two photos.

  3. Both my parents are gone now, and soon the farmer and I will be the ones needing the extra care. In a way it is frightening and I hate to see my girls have to worry about the calls in the night.

  4. when i look around and see all of us oldies and older...i try to imagine how they looked when they were young. Like the photos that you have posted here. It's really hard to imagine what they might have looked like, but this can give me a just enough of a different perspective for a better understanding about the person that i'm looking at today.

    and yes, i have spent too much time lamenting the past me or the me that i could be ... instead of cherishing the moment.

    it seems to point to the a place of gratefulness and now. a letting go of things that i am made aware of at the time that need to be let go of.

    such a life...

  5. Oh, man. You know I know this so well. I watched my mom care for my dad far too much for far too long and now, she's the one needing the care. Soon, it will be us. This week has been a strong reminder of that - with me sick and Dick having a colonoscopy this a.m. (waiting biopsy results on 2 spots - prayers appreciated.) Aging is wonderful - and terrible, in pretty much equal measure.

  6. Perfectly said Diana - wonderful and terrible. I will be praying for you and Dick. It is so comforting to know you understand - to share this journey with you.