Reflections on Life
husband turned sixty-five today. A milestone in his life, a shock to both of us.
Just yesterday we were teenagers standing in front of the judge in Elkton,
Marlyland, having eloped in a misguided atttempt to avoid family problems. At
eighteen, I was pregnant with our first child, just graduated from High Schoool
when news of our elopement would have caused me to be expelled.
By the time
I was twenty-one, him twenty-three, we had four children, a new car ,
and owned our first home. Most of our friends were just graduating from college.
By the time I was thirty, our brood had grown to six children and a wide
assortment of animal life. Some were wanted, others were intruders.
We travelled the road through life with
expectations, not always granted, but always anticipated. Our children were our
life and as they grew to adulthood, another phase entered our lives.
Grandchildren. The reward for the perilous job of raising their parents. How
cool it was to give advice to our kids on how to raise theirs, based on our own
mistakes –a “what not to do’ list. How nice to get a full night’s sleep with no
crying babies, no night terrors from toddlers, no late night vigils waitng for
teens to return safely.
At sixty-five, him, not me, we can enjoy a life of
our own. We can sleep late, although he never does, but I am a night owl and
love writing into the wee small hours of the morning. He is often rising soon
after I have gone to sleep. How nice to have these choices.
This year is one
to reflect upon, remembering the years gone by, bittersweet with losses, good
times and bad, health crises, fears and hopes sometimes dashed. What dreams we
shared in our youth! How outspoken we were on issues of politics and the world
at large. We were the children of the sixties and we were going to change the
world. Maybe we did just a bit; maybe not.
Life flows like a river from its
source to its destination. Married for so many years has made us comfortable in
own own skins, a good feeling. The tribulations of past years no longer matter.
We have come to a time of understanding just a bit of what life is all about,
although it was always there before us. The lessons were hard, joyous,
terrifying, exciting, instructive; and in the end so apparent. Life is simply
all about love.