I’m old at heart. I can’t wait for the day I’m in some retirement community, eating pudding and playing bingo. I like to say things like “Land’s sakes!” and complain about how potato chip bags are shrinking and how when I was a kid, you could get a gallon of gas for under a dollar. I wish I could eat dinner at 4:30 and go to bed at 8:00 so I can get up at 4:00. I brag to Ry quite often that I’m going to make a great old person.
One of our cars has a recalled part, and because we live in a small town, a trip to a dealership would have been pretty annoying. It turned out, though, that a nearby-ish town was able to come and pick up our car, replace the part, and return it as a free service to us. So a couple of days ago, a man with silvery hair came to our door for the keys, and Kai proudly gave them to him. They shook hands, and when he found out I was a stay-at-home-mom, he acted like he was meeting Mother Theresa.
“Well, good for you. That’s just great. I tell you what, kids today, they just don’t get it. This is what we should be doing, raising kids this way,” etc., etc. I was surprised into accepting his compliment, basking in the glow of life as a SAHM. But the next time I wished I was watching Wheel of Fortune and The Weather Channel at the same time, I had to pause just a little bit because of what was behind this man’s comments.
I mean, I’m very thankful that I’m a SAHM, but I also don’t want to get too good at playing the part of an old soul and turn into an embittered person who thinks everything is going down the crapper because of those people.
I don’t want to be a grandmother who criticizes all the parents for raising young folks who just don’t get it. I don’t know exactly what he meant by that, but I agree in part, because young folks are not supposed to get everything yet. They are kids.
Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity.
1 Timothy 4:12
And stay-at-home-moms may be awesome, but I’m blown away by working moms too. And kids? Well, kids are clueless like they’ve always been. I hope my kids are just clueless enough to keep their innocence.
As for me, I hope I grow old gracefully.
I know I’m one of the oldest parents in my kids’ classes, especially because a lot of people have kids at a younger age in this area. I look younger than I am, but inside I’m ready for retirement, and sometimes I wonder if I’m really culminating the wisdom and kindness that I’d like to have at this age, among my peers who are younger than me at those ball games and plays and field trips.
Wisdom belongs to the aged, and understanding to the old.
Will the other parents look to me for tips or wisdom? Will they expect me to guide them?
Okay, so my age doesn’t yet have these expectations, and I know that personality is what makes a leader. I’m a serious introvert who loves to help in the background, doing the dirty work while someone else shines in the spotlight. That’s how I like it. But I also hope that I’m on the right track to maturing the way I should be.
Wednesday is my 38th birthday. So here’s to growing another year older and gaining wisdom and having grace for other parents, kids, and my elders too. Here’s to a long life filled with good things and a youthful spirit…even though I have a touch of arthritis and use Efferdent every day (on my retainer, but still).
He fills my life with good things.
My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!
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