What are you passionate about in life? What turns you on. lol I mean when you were growing up in your twenties, what made you excited to get up in the morning?
For some people it is their job, or families, or a special hobby. Mine is children. Yes, I am crazy. So, when I met my husband, I never thought about having children. I grew up with five other siblings and I was the oldest and always babysitting. So of course, kids never entered my mind. At the lovely age of twenty-two, I had my first child. I was never so in love after I held her. I hated labor and delivery and decided I would never have another child again, but I didn’t want her to be a lonely child so I went through it again. Then I was hooked. I had seven pregnancies and I have five live children. My mother-in-law kept telling me to have my tubes tied, that this was not fair to my husband to have to support so many kids. But my response was I was going to have as many as God will give me.
Well, when I lost my last baby, he died in the womb, I took it real hard. My husband decided to get snipped and my baby days were over. So, life went on, and I enjoyed my five precious children. Of course, we had good times and bad times, like all parents do with kids, but the good out weighed the bad.
Going through empty nest was very hard for me. Lucky for me, that is when we decided to take care of my father-in -law. He had Alzheimer’s, and we lived with him, and later moved him with us. When he died, I had my last child in high school.
Through the years the couple of kids that live by me, I had the wonderful opportunity to watch their kids on my days off of work. I think kids keep me young and alive. But they are growing and times are changing to what they think fun is anymore. And it is usually with a friend, not grandma’s house anymore, not like it use to be and the way it should be. My nights have become eating dinner and watching TV show after TV show. Boring.
My son is moving in with us and he has three children. This past week the movers showed up and my house has been cluttered with boxes. We had carpeting stripped off floors, and tile put in, painted walls and even new toilets. Watching the rooms grow into bedrooms for the kids is amazing. The play room is coming along with VCR tapes, yep you heard my right, and books and toys.
Through all of this I am finding myself getting excited again. I feel the life that I have lost coming back. I know I am crazy but I am getting excited to hear voices of my grandkids in the house. I feel like the old Marie will come back out. The one who was young and alive when playing with her own children at one time.
The one that was spontaneous and full of laughter.
So, I guess, I am saying you have to find that light that use to shine in you when you were younger, before old age took you over, and beat it. You have to find what keeps you alive and I believe that is a way to grow old gracefully.
I am the Author
a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and still believe in the power of love &