Having just passed my 77th birthday I’ve been reflecting on many things.
It’s fascinating when you actually begin remembering the lessons of life. I’ve triumphed in some, stumbled through more and learned from all.
Things which were once the biggest challenges evolved into things past and not that big of a deal.
High school brought crushes, little teen heart breaks and struggles with social acceptance. Looking back, I know none of that mattered. Instead, the friendships formed that have lasted and become lifelong friends was what was the best accomplishment.
I’ve been a young bride, a mom and a widow and a wife a second time.
Things of true importance were being the best I knew how to be. I have stood by and cared for a dying spouse. I have raised three remarkable kids and fostered one equally good son. Now I’m blessed with remarkable grandchildren. The bonus that they love me. I have fought my kids’ battles when needed. Now I have learned to back away. They are adults and have earned the right to fix things themselves.
Along the way I was given the gift of writing. I consider being given this gift my destiny. Through the written word I have helped the people put in my path. I have connected with famous people, struggling people and folks who just needed me to listen.
My favorite pet name is Ma Craigo. It’s an endearment I earned from the many kids I’ve tried to help along the way.
As I’ve aged I sadly learned that some people I may love unconditionally have outgrown the need to have me around.
As in most things there are lessons to learn even when we are sad.
Not everyone will love us or even like us. The best course of action is to keep loving them anyway.
Live goes on and life is good today.