There is an old saying that advises us to turn the lemons that life deals us into lemonade. No matter what age we find ourselves, life does, on occasion, present us with difficult challenges. I prefer to consider these challenges lessons in growth--and our growth comes in all sizes, shapes, and colors.
Sometimes a birthday is the bugaboo that gets us down. We don’t like the idea that we are turning thirty, forty, or fifty. We see these markers as a delineation of old, no matter which decade we are in. When we are twenty-eight, forty looks ancient. When we are forty-five, sixty-five appears to be over the hill. But let us turn seventy-five years of age, and fifty looks pretty good to us
An impending divorce may be our biggest challenge of the moment. Being thrust back into the working world as a single mom is not appealing. Supporting and caring for children individually makes us quake in our Manolo Blahniks. Being in the dating scene again brings fear, yet facing loneliness is not our idea of fun either.
Living in a home that has become an empty nest is not a pleasant adjustment to make. Gone are the days where the home was a sanctuary that held children bubbling with joy, anticipation, and love for life. Now there is a couple living alone, perhaps having stayed together for the sake of the kids. Maybe there’s an individual with too much time on her hands now that the last child has flown the nest.
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