I promised my eldest daughter an explanation of my nickname. So here goes it… I have reached a time in my life that is bittersweet in so many ways, a combination of pain and pleasure filling each day. First of all, there’s this age thing. I am ever so grateful to wake up each morning, especially when I’ve actually sleep more than a few hours at a time. I am not so grateful that my body aches all over when I get out of bed. I am delighted that I can dye and highlight my hair to look younger yet I cringe at how much it costs to keep it up. I absolutely love being a grandma…no words can describe it. Having to discipline my three grandchildren breaks my heart (my eldest granddaughter tells me I was more fun when they didn’t live with me).
Next, there’s the adjustment of giving up a career to stay at home to care for my youngest granddaughter. I used to dream about what it would be like not to work outside my home; I’d be gardening, cross-stitching, scrap booking, shopping, reading, writing, and volunteering at the church. Yeah, right! Two year old toddlers are not easy to care for when you are 51 years old! But staying in my pajamas as long as I want to on most mornings is wonderful! And watching Mickey Mouse again brings back fond memories. But I do miss my work buddies. I met with a couple of them yesterday evening for dinner and margaritas. I had a blast, my friends.
The last thing I’ll mention is the regret of the lost years apart from my family of origin and my husband’s family. Although moving half way across the county was a good career move for my husband, we have grown apart from loved ones. It makes me sad when I think about it. But the good friends I have made while living in Texas have been a sweet blessing from God.
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