Blooie, there have been times I've thought about how nice it would be to still be able to do some of the things I could, when I was younger. As to turning back the clock, no. For whatever reason, I really would not go back, even if I could. I can't explain why, although it must seem a peculiar attitude to some.
Maybe it's because of the examples set by my grandmothers, and mother. They aged with grace, and dignity. They knew when it was time to loosen their grip on the reigns, so to speak, and let the next generation step up to the plate. Yes, they were available in an advisory capacity, but the workload was passed on, with the expectations, and burdens that go with passing the torch.
I do wish my daughters had married better, or had listened about their educations, so they would be better off than they are. You have no idea how many times I've longed to be invited for Birthdays, Thanksgivings, Family gatherings, High Teas, or Christmases to their homes. Maybe I'll live long enough that it'll happen, maybe not.
Alas, they don't have homes. One daughter, and her children live with us, the other lives with her bio dad. I will never step foot on the bio dad's property as long as he's alive. I will never knowingly be in the same shopping center, store, or anywhere near where he's at. The only reason she lives with him is because she has nowhere else to live, since her husband died. She works, but can not fully support herself to live on her own. It works out, since her bio dad is very ill, and she helps care for him.
The daughter that lives with us, went back to school, and is doing fairly well. No, she's not ready to fully support herself, and the kids on what she makes, but she continues to advance, and climb the ladder of success. One day, in the not-too-distant future, she'll make it.
The other daughter will inherit a home, and property from her bio dad, so she too will eventually be ok on her own. She does make enough to maintain it.
For whatever reason, it's more important to me to ensure my children will be fine on their own, prepared, and well able to carry on when I'm gone, than to long for when I was younger.
As to wishing I had more energy, more strength, more stamina, boy howdy do I ever. Do I wish my body would stop shouting at me by unleashing aches, and pains, telling me to slow down? Of course. Do I have places falling apart now, that I didn't even know were there? Oh yeah. Hey, those things are not pleasant, but they serve to remind me that after years of good, and bad times, after years of life's battles, I may be battered, bruised, and scarred, but I'm still here in the battle. That's good.
Maybe it's because of the examples set by my grandmothers, and mother. They aged with grace, and dignity. They knew when it was time to loosen their grip on the reigns, so to speak, and let the next generation step up to the plate. Yes, they were available in an advisory capacity, but the workload was passed on, with the expectations, and burdens that go with passing the torch.
I do wish my daughters had married better, or had listened about their educations, so they would be better off than they are. You have no idea how many times I've longed to be invited for Birthdays, Thanksgivings, Family gatherings, High Teas, or Christmases to their homes. Maybe I'll live long enough that it'll happen, maybe not.
Alas, they don't have homes. One daughter, and her children live with us, the other lives with her bio dad. I will never step foot on the bio dad's property as long as he's alive. I will never knowingly be in the same shopping center, store, or anywhere near where he's at. The only reason she lives with him is because she has nowhere else to live, since her husband died. She works, but can not fully support herself to live on her own. It works out, since her bio dad is very ill, and she helps care for him.
The daughter that lives with us, went back to school, and is doing fairly well. No, she's not ready to fully support herself, and the kids on what she makes, but she continues to advance, and climb the ladder of success. One day, in the not-too-distant future, she'll make it.
The other daughter will inherit a home, and property from her bio dad, so she too will eventually be ok on her own. She does make enough to maintain it.
For whatever reason, it's more important to me to ensure my children will be fine on their own, prepared, and well able to carry on when I'm gone, than to long for when I was younger.
As to wishing I had more energy, more strength, more stamina, boy howdy do I ever. Do I wish my body would stop shouting at me by unleashing aches, and pains, telling me to slow down? Of course. Do I have places falling apart now, that I didn't even know were there? Oh yeah. Hey, those things are not pleasant, but they serve to remind me that after years of good, and bad times, after years of life's battles, I may be battered, bruised, and scarred, but I'm still here in the battle. That's good.