Most of the time, I’m living the quiet, relaxed empty nester senior citizen life with David. In the weeks leading up to summer, our days included at least one of these categories: doctors’ appointments; checking up on Medicare claims; discussing our new aches and pains; planning meals in accordance with voiding needs; discount shopping on Senior Day at the local supermarket; and so on.
Don’t get crazy now; this isn’t all we do. We each have things
we enjoy together and apart and work hard to keep our days fun, productive and
full.
Starting in June with a 6-week visit with our Morocco family
– including our 2 youngest grandchildren, ages 5 and 2 – I became keenly aware of
the dichotomy of life as a senior when we are on our own vs. with the sustained presence
of little ones.
During our time together, our familar home environment changed as we became immersed in the kind of children’s world that I haven’t
experienced since my kids were toddlers. While it is true that there have been
other long stays and we see our three local grandchildren often, this last visit
impacted me on a different level: it left me more energized than I have in a
long time.
There are 2 events in particular that may have led to this
feeling. One weekend, we went to an amusement park – all the kids and grandkids,
14 in all – and after initially saying “No, I’ll pass” on a roller
coaster that I hadn't been on in 40 years, I quickly changed my stance
when I saw that our 5-year-old needed someone to ride with or she wouldn’t have
been able to go. How could I refuse? I pulled myself together, didn’t overthink, and off we went. When I was afraid of how high we were, I looked at her smiling
and I smiled, too, for the rest of the day….week…month.
Some time later, a handful of us went to a very large indoor
playground and again one of our 5-year-olds wanted to climb to the top. This
was the LAST thing I wanted to do, but her mom was busy with her 2-year-old
sister, so I had to step up. She caught on pretty quickly that her MomMom is a
wuss, but she ignored it and started to climb, knowing I was behind her. She cheered
me on and encouraged me to go higher until she said she was ready to get down. I
asked, “You sure?” as I breathed a sigh of relief. I was so proud of myself.
What I realized during the visit was that there was no space
free during the day – or night – to obsess about ourselves and to identify as
old folks the way I know we do, when we are alone. It was an exhilarating reset.
Just hours after they left, and we went back to looking at each other and saying Now What?!?!?, I could feel us sliding back into our patterns as we picked up where we left off.
At breakfast the next morning, the quiet echoed so loud without the voices of the kiddies talking and squealing and laughing. I was busy scrambling eggs when I noticed that David was focused on my pajama bottoms. He looked confused, then entertained, with a ghoulish grin on his face. I glanced down at my PJs expecting but fearful of some kind of nasty stain but saw nothing. I twisted around to see the back of them and there it was…a tail of toilet paper.
I had an immediate flashback of a similar scenario
with my mom over a decade ago, but she was…96! And here I am, 30 years younger, wondering
what went wrong with me in the bathroom...and is this the new normal?!? It took me a couple of days to
rebound.
All this to say that I realize I'm going to have senior
moments from now until the day I’m no longer here. That’s the reality.
But – also a reality – I still have it in me to feel young
and do youthful things!
Sounds like a wonderful visit. Glad you survived with a smile the push by the grandkids.
ReplyDeleteJudy, this post made me smile and cry at the same time. It's so true that we have moments when we feel "older", but I loved the fact that you were able to show your "young" side as well. I try so much with the grandkids to get down on the floor and play with them even though it's tough to get up:) I don't want them to think of me as OLD, although I am sure they do.
ReplyDeleteA few weeks ago, at the end of August, we had our family vacation in Ocean City, NJ. One night we went to Castaway Cove, the Playland Pier, to take the kids on the rides. I decided to get on a "cute little" ride with my 6-year-old grandson. It was a ride with a kite theme. As soon as the ride started we were to push the bar in front of us forward and we would go up. As soon as we got up, I froze. I don't like heights and did not realize how high the ride went. I am sure it was not very high, haha, but when we pulled the bar to lower the ride, I got even more scared of the falling part. I decided we would ride the whole ride in the UP position until it was over. My grandson was so cute and just laughed at me. Meanwhile the mother and son in front of us were going up and down, and up and down!! I think if we were fully enclosed, I would have felt differently, but we were in an open seat with a silly little seat belt across our laps, so the sensation of falling out when leaning forward to push the bar was that much more frightening!
I smiled so much when you talked about going on the roller coaster with your granddaughter. I teared up a little too because I know exactly how precious that moment was for you!
Here's to lots more years of living our relaxing retirement interspersed with periods of making our grandchildren smile and laugh!
Wonderful! So glad you got to spend time with family! We all need to play more!
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