Friday, June 8, 2007

Years go by

Remember how long summers were when you were a child? Now they seem to fly by? But when you were a child every day was yours. Now that you are a responsible adult it is a search to find time that you call your own.

If I could just buy back those wasted days of my youth I would use them differently. I guess that is one of the changes you go through as the years pass by. You sleep less, rise earlier and use every minute until you have to sit down and put your feet up.

I do find that my life is much more interesting (to me, not other people) than it was when I was young.

When I was a child, I thought "when I am a teenager then it will be cool and I will be happy" but when I was a teenager I thought, "when I get out of school, then life will be more fun and I will be happy".

Then when I got out of school I thought, "when I get married then I will be happy".

When I got married I thought, "when I have a child then my life will be complete and I will be happy".

When I had a houseful of children I thought, "when they get out of school then I can rest and I will be happy".

They grew up, left home and made homes of their own and then I was alone and a little sad because I wanted to be with them. But the lesson I learned is I am happy. I don't have the energy of my youth, or the body of my youth, but I have the knowledge of experience and the wisdom of how to apply it.

Not that I have "arrived" but the journey is the interesting part and I have learned to be happy today.


  1. I became quickly aware that you lose time in the plans for the future. I really try my best (in all my insecurities) to really enjoy every day and to be happy in the moment (whatever that moment brings). It really makes life so much easier to stand and go through. I'm not that great at it, but I DO realize that I can be happy no matter what since I have Christ dwelling in me. Who could be UN-happy with Jesus living in you??

  2. You are a wise woman. I don't think I could have said it better.

  3. I see my writing something like this post when the kids leave home. love reading your blogs. they are always inspirational!!

  4. The pathetic thing is this: I keep thinking, when I die, THEN I get to rest.


  5. I suppose that is when we WILL arrive, Jackie.