Some guy on tv just said 'at fifty you are on your way out'. I got news for that pipsqueak...I am way past fifty and not on my way out. I am enjoying my life. I have a few aches and pains but in no way am I 'on my way out.'
Well, let me tell you, I saw fifty years ago and I am not ready to close my door just yet. I have done almost everything I have wanted to do in my life. When I was growing up, all I wanted to do was be part of a family that i could call my own. I wanted children. I never planned my wedding or anything but I knew that I wanted to be a mother. I wanted someone to love and care about me and take care of me if I needed it just as I would take care of him. I never wanted a lot. I wanted simple things. I got the man I dreamed of. I kissed alot of frogs before he came along but he did come along. I was told i would not have children but I decided someone else would have them and I would raise them. So I became a mother in every way but giving birth.
I went through all the dramas that comes with raising kids. And I have known the joys of being a grandmother. I have a few aches pains and have had some bumps along the way but I still have some things i would like to do.
I have many projects in the fire that I would like to finish. I have places that I would like to see many things. I have friends I would love to see one more time. I would like to attend my grand daughters plays and whatever at school and perhaps attend her graduation some day. Her wedding? That might be iffy but it would be nice to see her get married if I am still around.
Yes, there are times I get down. Especially when another loved one dies and I know I will not see them in this lifetime. That is to be expected. But, contrary to what this man says, life does not end at fifty. We are not on our way out. In some ways, the best part of our lives is beginning.