Wobbling Thankfully With Aging Legs

Years ago, the realization that my son required more physical space in the universe than I did, seemed like a shocking revelation. After all, regardless of age, he remained “my child”. Even more surprising came the awareness that all of the children greatly outpaced me mentally and emotionally. Even as I continued to strive to protect them, the “children” took the reigns. And they didn’t simply take the reigns of their own lives. Oh no! Suddenly, without warning, they began to tug —even yank on mine! Shameless! Shameless and precious; moments to be treasured.

While I inched along thinking of myself as “mother”, my children began to be my teachers, even providing “parenting” advice from time to time. Recently, our son, David gently reminded me to be thankful for my good health. Material things come and material things go. Inconveniences crowd our days. And yet, through it all, I have the health to get up each morning and confront another day. That man I proudly refer to as my son, spoke words of truth.

In the course of life, we lose loved ones as well as material things. We also lose a measure of our youthful vigor. I must confess that sometimes, my 76-year old legs wobble a bit. If you must insist on candid accuracy, sometimes they wobble a lot! Although I can remember events from years ago, I may not recall what I ate for breakfast. To the grandchildren I often utter, “Oh! You’ve heard that story before? Maybe you want to hear it again?”

Age humbles and although I strive to “keep up”, I see no choice but to accept my lapses and embrace all that life deals. I insist — I demand that the golden years heap on some golden opportunities along with our silver challenges. And yes, David, I will remain thankful!

5 thoughts on “Wobbling Thankfully With Aging Legs

  1. Sally Bradley

    Good words of wisdom! Aging is not for sissies, but we are so thankful for our health and well being. God is good all the time!!!

  2. Anita Lynn

    You really do have a way with words, Barbara. How nice that you not only write them down but share them with all who read them through the internet! Hasn’t our world changed in our lifetime! Unbelievable!
    Absolutely, thank our good Lord for our health and freedoms!!!!

  3. Reita Prewit

    While with three much younger women this past weekend, I strived to keep up and not look 75. Fortunately, my sister in law is slower than me so I wasn’t the only one holding pace. My grandmother told me of a story that centered around her going up the steps to the sanctuary of the church and stumbled, almost to a fall. One of the deacons rushed to her and said he would help her. She told him she was just fine and was trying to step on an ant and that was all. She was in her seventies at the time. I guess it happens to many septuagenarians. That word even sounds ugly!

    1. Barbara Post author

      “Septuagenarians” does sound ugly! Who wants to claim such a thing? I guess people wonder if I am surrounded by ants! Thanks for writing.

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