The highs of a birthday, reflecting on "oh no another year older". As much as birthdays have always been a celebration from the moment of waking up to the moment the eyes can no longer stay open. Spending time with the other half, no work and family. A whole day to be selfish, which is difficult when you always put children first.
To the lows of someone losing the light of life. Not just anyone, put someone that on so many levels you have so much in common with: A mother of someone age 9, both of us born in the same year, both working in the community to help families. Never an easy thing to take in, but the speed of her beaming presence becoming part of history, can all but put your own life in perspective. From health to death within a month, a powerful message to us all.
How silly it now seems to be worried about getting another year older. I have always worried about big birthdays, as I have many times been mistaken for being a lot older than I am. But should we not celebrate reaching an magic age rather than being in fear? I know a little girl that will never share in that age with her mom.
Give thanks for life, love and your family, as it could be round the corner that it is taken away. The world will be a duller world with a little less laughter in it without her in it.
It is always incredibly sobering when death touches someone close to you, especially if you can identify closely with them as you have.
ReplyDeleteAge, for me, is just a figure ... your state of mind and attitude is the important part. x
I think that may make you younger than me, as you are far more relaxed. You also have less restrictions with having older children, and mainly yourself to please.
ReplyDeleteI find it is a balance of attitudes in our house, mine being the positive one. As both of us have had different upbringings, and with vastly different age parents of our own it can be a challenge to hold on to, your own thoughts. xx