I remember the conversation like it was yesterday, but it was at least 40 years ago. The reason I remember the dialogue so vividly is because I have eaten those same words many times in the later …
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Eating Your Words
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I remember the conversation like it was yesterday, but it was at least 40 years ago. The reason I remember the dialogue so vividly is because I have eaten those same words many times in the later part of my life. Words that you end up eating are like medicine - they may be bitter, but you’re a better person for doing it. Anyway, I was sitting on the front porch of my house with a friend watching our six children play in the yard. My friend and I were in time of life when children and kid activities consumed our thinking and our time. In our world, nothing could be more important than that! I was sharing that my in-laws would not be available to babysit Friday night because they were planning a trip to Sun City to visit friends in a retirement community. I so boldly pronounced, “Who in the world would want to live with a bunch of old people!” Need I say more?
Old is such a negative word in our culture, but in truth, it represents the best time in life. My doctor friend calls us vintage people. Being vintage has so many advantages. I have no desire to be back on the porch supervising the kids as a parent. Being the grandparent is different, you get to leave the rascals and go to your own home for peace and quiet! Living with a bunch of vintage people is perfect. You can share common interests, enjoy the freedom to do as you please, take time to explore new things and exercise your hard-earned wisdom to set your own priorities. No one is dictating when you get up or how you spend your day. Interesting that if you ask the average 30-year-old what they’d like more of, it would be all of those things. Thank heavens I’ve eaten those words, and I realize that I am just now old enough to live with a bunch of old people! Visit me at www.JustNowOldEnough.com.