Birthdays! Birthdays! Birthdays! These were favourite things from my fiftieth year. I’m not sure just which birthday stood out the most over this past year. But one birthday I was *so* extraordinarily happy to celebrate was my husband’s birthday. As I look back I marvel at the goodness and mercy of the LORD and truly, I was/am so thankful the LORD gave him another birthday and I pray for many more. Wes’s birthday was one day shy of one year since he had a heart attack. I recall thinking in the ICCU surgery waiting room: Lord, will he have any more birthdays — was yesterday’s birthday the last? And now more time has passed… and I do praise the LORD for every day.
Well, many happy birthdays were celebrated. A couple were celebrated without the ‘birthday boy’ or ‘birthday girl’ present. Both Kathryn and Timothy were in Africa (and Timothy just had his second birthday celebration the last baby turned 7 and the first baby turned 29. In between were all the other wonderful birthdays of our own children (and many other wonderful birthdays as well!!) — 10, 12, 13, 15, 17, 18, 20, 22, 27… which actually means that some of those have already or will shortly be one higher. Again, I marvel: I never thought I would be this old (and feel this young!!). Truly, no kidding around, I marvel that my ‘baby’ will soon be thirty — bcz I find myself thinking: didn’t *I* just turn thirty!?! I mean it sort of seems like it was recent – I know, I know.. it was soooo long ago that I simply cannot remember it.
So, anyway, now I find I further understand people’s comments such as: age is a state of mind or you’re as young as you feel or you’re only as old as you feel, or I’m not getting old, I’m getting better, or whatever. I know I probably used to think those comments were sort of silly, I’m sure. I probably thought they were the sort of “positive mental attitude” stuff that “old people” say to console themselves — you know, that condescending attitude
most many young people have toward anyone 20 years older than themselves.
Okay. I repent. I wish I had known then what I know now.
I don’t feel old. I do feel better. I know I’m not as young as I was — but I sure don’t feel older. But I do have to admit: when I stop and attempt to recount but a few hundred of the thousands of things that have happened — well, my goodness, I’ve got to be older! I marvel at how much has occurred, how many things we’ve done in such a short time!! I’m sure glad I got to live this long. Wow. What if it’s double this?!??!!!!!
So I resolve not to listen to young people’s ignorant comments and respond in kind. I want to grow older gracefully. I hope I’ll remember how these days feel and how those days felt. I don’t want to become an impatient, bitter, crotchety old woman waving my cane at the little whippersnappers and yelling: just wait, your time’s coming!