Thanksgiving has come and gone. The house was full and the noise was deafening. Plenty of loud music, television, arguing, laughter and best of all conversation.
All four of my children were home for Thanksgiving. It was the first time in three months that all six of us had been together. We only had one night where it was just the six of us as relatives began arriving during the week. But as I sat at the dining table that night and looked around, I had that eerily warm feeling.
Yes, I was soaking in the fact that our family was complete and also contemplating that these moments will be fewer and fewer as the years go by, but what really got to me was how old this made me feel. Me, old…..how could it be?
I was having the thoughts that my parents had, and would creep me out, years ago whenever my brother, sister and I were all home at the same time. I would catch my mother and father both staring at us and one another, soaking it all in and then getting a little self satisfied smile on their lips. To be honest it was creepy and well, it made my parents look and seem old.
I only turned 45 two weeks ago! How can I feel so old? I guess I feel old because I see so much of my parents in myself. It is funny how we view our parents through life.
When you hit your twenties you realize your parents aren’t as old as you thought nor as stupid as you thought.
When your own children are infants you realize how much your parents really care for you even though you may find it hard to believe that anyone could care for another human being as much as you care for your own child.
When your children become teens you reliaze how much your parents reallyknew and how much they really must have trusted you. (I can’t believe they let me do some of the things they let me do).
But when your children start to leave home, when the family unit becomes dispersed, what do you think of your parents? You begin to understand they had a choice at that point. Become old and let life slip away or take on a new spirit that involves putting themselves first.
I feel old. I see life slipping away. Another milestone reached, another moment in time that signifies life marches on and we get one step closer to finishing our time and jobs on this earth. We live, we love, we procreate, we teach, we raise, we release and then we fade away to the end.
I have to shake this. I am not old and I am not ready to be old. I need to find what is in life that will help keep me young…….It is not a car or a girlfriend or any other stereo typical mid-life crisis cover up.
I have until Christmas.