My new Novel update coming Next Week!
It is amazing how every once in a while someone says a simple sentence that stops you in your tracks. I recently remarked to my daughter how life when they were little was measured in their steps of growing up, such as: them all being able to put their own coats on to go outside. (What started the conversation was the grandchildren’s potty seats.) My daughter looked at me and said, “sounds like you were doing a lot of waiting for something instead of living in the moment.”
Wow! Was she right? Yes, at least partially. Maybe that is why I am so determined to make the most of my time with my grandchildren. Am I the only one? No, lots of people look back and regret wishing they were done with a time in their kids development. Kids grow up and are gone so quickly, or a death or a divorce happens and you wish you hadn’t taken anything for granted. Can I do better? YES!
When I was young, before creaky knees, I always loved Victorian houses and wished I had one with an attic to store things like old trunks full of dress up clothes for the kids to play with. Anyway, I lived in a ranch-style house, no attic, no upstairs. One year we added a master bath & closet with a basement underneath. We closed in the stairwell and I finally had some wonderful storage space. I told the girls it was our attic in the basement. They always thought it was a funny name – but they’ve never forgotten it either. Maybe that should be the title of my next novel. ???
My point is – we have to make the most of our lives – whatever stage we are in, whatever cards we have been dealt. If we have to use our imaginations and come up with a clever name for it, then so be it. Dealing with a potty seat is a small price to pay for time with that precious little person who looks up at me and says, “I love you, Grandma.”