We all have our time. I used to be a one-year-old. Not anymore. Now, it’s my granddaughter’s turn to experience that year.
At her birthday party, I had a wonderful conversation with a friend I rarely get to see. First, we talked about her aging mother. Then we talked about our kids. Her’s are 13 and 11. Mine are 23 and 27.
Kristin’s already missing her aging and ill mother. She talks about what will happen when her growing boys leave the nest. Her eyes puddle with tears.
And then I told her what I tell myself when I feel like so much of my life is formed of memories, of cycles of life that have concluded.
“I have been a one-year-old,” I say. “Now it’s my granddaughter’s turn. I have been a two-year-old. Now it’s my grandson’s turn. I have been a mother of young children, fortunate to have watched them grow and thrive. Now, it is my children’s turn to experience parenthood. But, I have never been sixty before. This, too, is a new cycle. And who knows what will happen.”
We all have our time.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 
I’m with you, Carolyn. I remind people that I didn’t get this good overnight. 😉 xoxoM
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That’s right! Practice makes perfect! 🙂
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This post is very fitting for me today!! I have two kids, and in this week alone my youngest is potty training (I’m not having more), and my son just sang his first ever solo in preschool!.. Its the milestones that kill me!! Thanks for the reminder to cool my jets, I definitely needed it. 😉
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Each milestone is a wonderful journey. So glad you liked this, Didi!
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Nice.
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Time brings the turns. 🙂 Nice read.. 😉 We never know by what means we get to relive some moments. 🙂
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* wrong smiley. All three must have been –> 🙂
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😉
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