Midlife is a time for flexibility, I think.
I woke up in my own bed at home this morning and had to re-orient myself, as I did most mornings while in St. Louis waking in the guest room at my son’s house. “I’m still here,” I’d think upon first waking, “we’ll be with the grandchilden today.”
This morning my thoughts turned to the familiar sights and sounds of home, and a running list of the things I wanted to accomplish today: a blog to post, plants to bring in from the dropping temperatures, a sewing project left on our dining room table to be finished, and a writing project to work on.
No more listening in the early hours for a little voice singing the alphabet song through a baby monitor on the kitchen table where I sat sipping my morning tea. No more bowls of cheerios with milk or bagels with “French” cheese, or fruit, lots of fruit, “More fruit, please.” And from the same little voice, optimistic that a voiced agreement will make it so, “Okay, then. Great.”
No more stickers, or crayons. Eggs and toast made of Playdoh. No more puzzles or cars. No more trains. No more books about dogs, “Up the tree. Up the tree,” my computer gathering dust on the dining room table.
No more holding close a tiny little body, a warm soft head nestled in my hand, baby maybe-blue eyes gazing up at the light.
Love surrounded us in St. Louis; it was palpable, in the air with every breath we took, my senses on full alert soaking up every smile, every hug, every word, to be brought home and savored later.
It’s time to pick up again our life’s work, for in midlife even if we change our vocation from a profession to volunteering, from an hourly-job to a hobby, from child-rearing to writing, we still have our life’s work. It is what makes us want to arise in the morning each day.
I have an adult child facing what could be traumatic oral surgery, another trying to get a job, a father who struggles to eat, and a mother who struggles to feed him.
Love surrounds us here. It is not bright, shiny, and always joyous, but it is true, deep, and abiding love.
I have a little dog who wants nothing more than to just be home with us here.
And Mark. Always Mark.
Life is still grand.
29 thoughts on “Life is still grand”
I wouldn’t worry about the leaves today. Maybe Hurricane Sandy will blow them into your neighbor’s yard.
Good strategy. Thanks.
What a beautiful post. Stay safe in the storm.
I think we’re in pretty good shape here in the midwest. Hope you are too.
Goodness, where is the “LOVE” button? This post is beautiful, musical, meditative, and so much more. Truly, Christine, this is lovely writing. Glad to hear you’re home!
Hugs to you too.
Lovely! Love is grand!
Thanks, Susan. Love comes in many forms, doesn’t it?
Christine you brought tears to my eyes reading this…. Yes we have many blessings we take so often for granted… LIFE IS GRAND! Much love Sue xxxx
Love to you.
And you are a grand lady, my friend.
You’re too kind. We have Halloween here today. Do you have it there?
Halloween is not a Dutch tradition, though some celebrate it. I would love to but didn’t have the time. On the other hand, my house is Halloween’ish every day, because of my witches and dragons 😉
Looks like your leaves tried to disappear while you were away loving on grandbabies and their parents.
I know! Rather sneaky of them, I think.
You live in such a beautiful place!
You were in St. Louis? I live in St. Louis…just outside St. Louis, actually.
Thanks, Norma. We love it here. Our son lives in Des Peres. It was our 3rd visit to St. Louis in about a month. It’s been busy. Are you N,S, E, or W of St. Louis?
Beautiful post, Christine. Glad you soaked up “every smile, every hug, every word, to be brought home and savored later.”
Thanks, Nancy. I still have photos and videos to deal with, but I enjoy that part.
If you want to think “grandkids” today, you might enjoy this Halloween contest.
If you win . . . 5 shiny new autographed children’s books for your grandbabies!
You can find the details, and my entry, here:
Your story must be 100 words or less and Susannah gave us the first 3 ~ witch, bat, and “trick or treat.”
Slash and dash.
It is Halloween after all! 😯
Thanks, Nancy. I missed the deadline. Looks like fun.
You have until midnight tonight! And it looks like Susanna is going to extend the deadline to Friday.
Oh. I thought it was noon. I’m leaving for Dayton in a few minutes and won’t be back until evening. Maybe I’ll think of something on the car ride up there. Thanks, Nancy.
A beautiful post, Christine.
Just a few days, and what a difference in the yard…
Thanks, William. I know. When the leaves decide to go, they’re gone pretty quickly.
What a beautiful post! And, yes, life is grand. Why do we sometimes forget this?
Just another of life’s mysteries.
Lovely post. I think you summed it up well with that first sentence. 🙂
I’m getting better at it, the flexibility that is, but I still have a ways to go.