During my senior years, I have noticed some remarkable changes in my attitude. I laugh and have more fun in my mid-seventies than I have ever had. Life evolves in surprising and funny ways, and when unwanted events spring up around me, I no longer take them as seriously as I once did.
I adored being a young mother. The babies mesmerized me. Developmental stages proved fascinating and teen years brought more fun times than sad ones. Life blessed me with children who had good hearts and brains and who survived their often-confused mother with their own wit and laughter. True, I felt sad when the nest emptied. Yes, I missed all those fun times. And yet, how freeing to live quietly and simply. How comforting to know the “children” now live competent and satisfying lives without any assistance or prompting from me. Continue reading