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Rear view reflections - "Objects Are Closer Than They Appear." These are my thoughts... I'll give you a penny for yours.
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- "I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up Not me! Not I, Not me! Not me!" (Lyrics from "I Don't Want to Grow Up" - by John Williams) The words to this song describe me so well. I'm not sure I will ever grow up. Do you think that is bad? I was remembering the part of the story in the movie, "Hook" (adapted from Peter Pan) when Peter (Robin Williams) tells his children about Neverland, a place where nobody ever gets old. Yet Peter's busy world clouded the reality that his child-likeness was actually closer to him than he thought. I'm absolutely sure I have visited Neverland myself, even if it was in my dreams.
My (Current) Story
A while back, I found myself in a Skate Pro Shop buying my first pair of ice skates. That wouldn't be so unusual if I were in my teens, 20's, or even 30's. But hey, I'm in my 50's and I love the ice. I've often thought about joining a class and maybe even competing if I get really good at fancy turns.
The other thing I found strange was the cashier at my local supermarket asked to see my ID when I purchased a cooking wine for a recipe I recently made. I thought she was just paying me a nice compliment until she politely smiled and said, "Well, you just never know."
Not long after that, while I was with my oldest son, someone asked if he was my brother. We both gave a rather sour expression in response, contemplating what that would've been like. He would have killed me before I had the chance to think about growing up.
My son married a very sweet girl. I love to hang out with her. Even more interesting is that she likes hanging out with me. I feel more like her friend than her in-law. Both of them have grown up enough to start a family. I am now "Mia" to Maggie and Benjamin is on the way!
It truly tickles me when my oldest daughter and her friends want to chill with me. They call, email, and text me as if I'm one of their own. When I travel to see her, we eat out, see movies and hang out together. When I think about the late night pranks we've pulled... (Oh, did I say that? Forget you read that part.)
Although my teenage son and his younger sister get distracted by common pastimes such as air-soft, rip-sticking, scouts, FB, and WII, (no, that does not stand for World War II), I think they will be needing an explanation soon. Most nights I am up long after they go to bed (they NEVER go to bed) and arise well after the time their soft feet hit the floor. My whereabouts are stable and my time is consumed with very important tasks such as lesson plans for the following day of homeschooling, the makings of tomorrows menu along with a grocery list, a possible late-night trip to our local Freak-Mart where there is no one to interrupt me except ten semi-trucks worth of stock so I can't get from one aisle to another. These two children are beginning to wonder if that's when I travel Neverland.
The wee hours of the night are for me to calm down and get still. The reason some people call it "quiet time" is because that is what it's suppose to be. Sure, I stay up late to write, clean out a drawer, fold laundry, sew on a costume, finish a scrapbook page, compose a song, or read a chapter in one of Adrianna Trigiani's latest books. But more than any of those things, I love to listen to Him. I do so much of the talking that I am sure He is waiting to get a word in edgewise. He tells me things no one else will ever say. He knows me better than anyone and leads me beside waters that have no rough current. It is during that time that I see my cup as spilling over; hopefully on to those I will be in contact with tomorrow. And you just never know what tomorrow is going to bring. Tomorrowland and Neverland are next-door neighbors.
My husband of 35 years has not given up on his youth but has begun to literally see his limitations. His most recent setback, another bought with cancer, has us living life more intentionally. We have learned to pray harder , but we've also learned to play harder because you just don't know what tomorrow will bring.
A few years ago Gary had eye surgery due to a detached retina. Just after he began to regain some of the vision back in his right eye, he told me what he was seeing reminded him of those crazy mirrors you see at the circus. You know, the ones that make you appear short and fat? Well, his right eye was causing him to see everything as tall and thin, even me! Maybe I can quit all this dieting after all.
I think I have learned a valuable lesson from my husband's new viewpoint... this must be the way God sees me as well. It's just like the message in my rear view mirror that says, "Objects are closer than they appear." I'm really not as far away as I think; I'm not as heavy as I look; I'm not as dumb as I sound; I'm not as silly as I act and I'm definitely not as old as my birth certificate says I am!
I've been to Neverland.
Case closed.
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3 comments:
Hey Mrs. Larson, it's me amy! I hope you had a great summer. I'm sorry that I haven't wrote in awhile. I miss yall soooooooooooo much. Tell Lily I said hey, and that she is welcome to come and ride my horse Shiloh anytime she wants. Co-op has already started back this friday and I was so sad to look around and not see you this year. I guess we all have to move on, I would love to hear from you!
Love Amy.
Good to see your site. My name is nick penning and I've been blogging at penningthoughts.com for several years. It's an outgrowth of my 19-year weekly column in the Arlington, Va., newspaper. Thanks for posting.
Hey Nick,
I will have to check out your blog. As you can see, I am a bit behind on posting . . . I need to catch up!
By the way, God gave you an appropriate name, seeing you are a writer. What a blessing!
Chrissy
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