Saturday, September 19, 2015

On Growing Older

So yesterday was my birthday which, if you follow me anywhere on social media, you already know. Because I'm a little bit obnoxious about my birthday, and my family posts pictures everywhere all the ding dong day, and I say bring it.

I'm not one of those women who dread their birthday. I'm the woman who instead counts down the days. The woman who pretty much the middle of August first day of September announces to anyone within earshot that 'IT"S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH', and then later tells the world 'IT'S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK', and 'HEY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY-EVE', and finally, at the end of my actual birthday sighs and says, 'Gosh I love birthdays'.

Because I do. I could insert many a cliche here...'aging is a privilege denied to many'...'it beats the alternative'...and so on, but hey cliches are cliche for a reason. There's some truth in the oft spoken word.

I don't hate getting older. I certainly don't love everything about it, and in fact there's nothing that makes me feel older here lately than my eyesight or lack thereof, but do I honestly wish I were still  35?

It's a passing thought every now and then I suppose, how much fun it would be to go back for a day or a minute, or when I'm trying to read my phone without my glasses, but certainly not permanently.  I was me only less so at age 35, and I imagine I'll say the same was true of this age when I'm 70.

For one thing I love my kids at this age. I've loved every age, but adult children bring richness and complexity and layers of depth into my life that's taken all the years of growing up and older together to build. At age 35 I had little girls who were positively adorable, who needed help with homework, and a car ride to ballet and those pesky school lunches packed every day.

Little girls who filled my heart to overflowing with their sweetness, their innocence, and their curiosity about everything under the sun, but you know what? Twenty years later I've got that and more, without doing algebra or making tuna fish sandwiches at 6 AM on a Monday.

I look forward to all the ways my girls grow our family, not just with the boys they've chosen to share their lives, but also with the experiences they bring to the table as adults, the places they live and travel, and their perspective on the world we live in which is sometimes from a vantage point I hadn't considered.

Marriage becomes richer with age too, at least I think so, and of course not without pouring lots in as the years roll by.  At age 35 hubs and I were busy with jobs and small children, paying bills, syncing schedules and calendars, figuring out who's going where when, and trying to find spaces of time for adult conversation about important matters like should we take this job? or make that move? and what does this or that mean for the future and for our family?

We're there now. The future we planned for and sometimes worried about at age 35, and it's good. Is it all good? No, but 35 wasn't all rainbows and unicorns either.

While there are lots of challenges in this season we're now living...health, family, and resources to name a few, it occurs to me that none of those challenges are completely new or particular to aging. They're the very same issues we've always dealt with, changing in shape and urgency depending on a whole host of factors, not just whatever age I happen to be.


There's so much in this world we can't control, but I do think we always have a choice as to how we'll view this life we've been given. Every year on my birthday I make the choice to be grateful.

I think of all the people I love who've loved me right back. I think of the family I grew up in, the one I married into, and the one I helped make, and I'm grateful. I think of all the people whose paths have crossed mine, who've blessed me with their friendship or wisdom or faithfulness and I'm grateful. Not as easy to say, but no less true are the hard circumstances I've encountered, the things that didn't go my way, and even those people who were not so easy to deal with, but who taught me something and have also helped shape who I am at 35 or 55 or 75. Life is so not boring.

As I was writing this post the lyrics to an old John Michael Montgomery song popped into my head...'life's a dance, you learn as you go, sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow...'

On my birthday it's good to remember how much I love to dance.

22 comments:

  1. Well, let me be the first to wish you a happy, happy birthday, Joyce. I don't worry about age, either, and try not to look too closely in the mirror.

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  2. Great post and a great reminder for us all. I am one of those 'Celebrate the whole birthday month' people because there is so much to celebrate and be thankful for. Life can change in an instant and I try not to focus on the negative. Happy Birthday to you!
    Shelley

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  3. Happy birthday! And all that you wrote is so true! Especially sine I have just returned from Sparta and the funeral of a dear friend who was only 68 years old. Such a reminder to love each day, to make the most of it, to hug, and not stay mad at anyone. BTW, I met Diane Murray at Panera Bread for breakfast and got caught up on SF&N friends. I had not been in Sparta in years - and surprisingly most of it looked just the same! I guess that's good!

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  4. I didn't even see it and I thought we followed each other on Facebook.
    Happy Birthday, hope your day was fabulous!

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  5. Happy birthday! I love birthdays too! Grateful for all the blessings... wonderful description!

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  6. Such a great post! I try not to sweat the birthdays, but look forward to what a new year brings. I just love my adult daughters too :-)

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  7. I'm all for celebrating birthdays as long as possible. :D

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  8. Such a positive post on aging and I so agree with you. I am always so grateful for another year. May yours be exceptionally wonderful!

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  9. Wonderful post and I can certainly relate to every word....soo much to be thankful for. Wishing you a very happy birthday and MANY MANY more to come!

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  10. Joyce... fabulous, up post on getting older. I agree with you a hundred percent. Happy Birthday - may all your Hodgepodge wishes come true!

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  11. Happy Birthday Joyce! Here's to growing older with grace, enjoying laughter every day and for many happy years ahead.

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  12. mine's coming up in a month and I feel much like you.
    60? Bring it on!

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  13. Happy Birthday! You're so darn cute, whatever your age!

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  14. That is so beautiful! Happy Birthday :)

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  15. What a wonderful attitude you have about aging... I need to take notice of this & learn from it. I HATE my birthday. I need this attitude check.

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  16. Happy Birthday! Your post brought me to tears (happy tears). This is my first year of an empty nest and I am struggling with the age thing. Your words helped me see the positive of life as you grow. Thank you for that!!

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  17. Happy, happy birthday, Joyce! Love your blog and the things you share with us!

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  18. Happy Birthday Joyce! This was a beautiful post. It is so true that we are still us, even more so. Have you read Randy Alcorn's book, Heaven, or N.T. Wright's book, Surprised By Hope? It only gets better, fuller, and richer.

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  19. Joyce, I love your thoughts on your birthday and growing older. I wish I felt more like you about the whole b'day/aging thing, I definitely need to learn to dance more! Perhaps I will...as soon as my back will allow me to :)
    Kathy (Reflections by Kathy)

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