The winds of change. *Sigh* They sure do seem to be blowing quite a bit in my world here lately. Am I building walls or windmills? Good question.
So, here are some examples of a few of the changes.
Yesterday, I watched my beautiful little daughter ‘graduate’ the 7th grade. See? Isn’t she gorgeous?
Where we live, high school starts in 8th grade. So as of today, I’m officially the mother of two high school students. Wow. Talk about change. Where has the time gone? That little freckled-face kid is a beautiful young woman. How did that happen??
I’m moving. Ugh. Moving is a big fat giant pain the butt, even when it’s for the best. I’ve done it a million times in my life for various reasons, but it just never gets any easier. Packing up your life and moving it somewhere else is just plain difficult. Especially when you’re like me. I don’t just throw things in a box – I go through them. Each and every single thing, one by one. And sometimes that can be a little painful. Those things that are collecting dust in a box in the corner are there for a reason. Stirring them up is not always the best idea. But there are times that it has to be done, and unfortunately, this is one of them.
So…me and my feather duster have some work to do.
This is a picture of my beautiful little grandparents taken just a few months ago at my aunt’s house where they were staying for a while until decisions were made about their care.
And this is the picture my daughter took this past weekend of my mom and I at my grandpa’s bedside in the nursing home.
Between pneumonia, dementia, and advanced age, changes have hit them and our family in what seems like the drop of a hat. Walking through their empty house this past weekend (cleared out in preparation to sell for their care), I couldn’t help but feel the change all around me. And watching my mother and her sisters as they took care of all the details, my heart just broke for them.
Change, man. It can be rough. I’m tellin’ ya.
I could go on and on listing various little life changes, but I won’t. Not all are as poignant as aging grandparents and lost childhood, but they’re everywhere. Life is all about change. That’s no secret. We all know that. And knowing it doesn’t really make it any easier, does it?
But maybe we need to look at that just a little differently.
Yes, life is all about change. But isn’t change also all about life?
Think about it. As long as things are changing, then you’re still alive. You’re still on this crazy ride. Your heart is still beating. You’re still laughing, crying, living, losing, loving. While change can be difficult, it’s so important to remember that it’s happening for a reason.
Yes, my baby girl is growing up. That’s a good thing. She’ll never crawl into my lap with her baby dolls again, but she’ll go on to have her own little girl to crawl into her lap. It’s life. And it’s beautiful.
Yes, I’m digging through old memories during the stress of a move. But in doing so, I’m also getting rid of some of the old baggage that might have been weighing me down. And I’m deciding what needs to remain and packing it up for another day. I’m simplifying my life and moving on to better things, a little lighter in the process.
Yes, my grandparents are in a different phase of their life. And it’s very, very hard on the rest of us. But it is strengthening bonds in the ones left behind. Some of the family is banding together and taking care of what needs to be taken care of. They are sharing their sorrows, helping each other through. Coming together at a time when they need each other. Showing their strengths in the midst of others’ weakness. And when the inevitable time comes that my grandparents pass on, they will do so knowing that the ones who truly loved them took care of them in the end.
Yes, change sure is hard sometimes. But – if things are changing, you’re still breathing. See it for what it is, embrace it, do the best you can with what life is handing you, and just keep moving forward.
Let’s build some windmills, shall we?
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them – that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”