The day is never long enough; the work is never done… until it is
“W
hen my father was 90, he made an interesting remark to me. I had stopped by to visit and, as usual, was between errands. Dad saw how harried I was and said, ‘I think you should slow down. If you keep going so fast, you’ll be as old as me before you know it.’
“I was so confused! What was he talking about? But then I figured out what he was trying to tell me: When a person runs through life, then life flies by and it’s suddenly over — the person hasn’t even noticed it because she’s been in such a whirlwind all the time.”
There’s something to this notion. Have you ever eaten a meal so quickly that you didn’t actually taste it? Gulping down a beverage isn’t anything like the experience of slowly savoring the drink. Running down the street to catch the bus at the corner, do you even see the adorable toddler in the stroller being pushed toward you on the sidewalk? Do you see anything?
“I look at my children and grandchildren and feel so blessed. At the same time, I can’t believe where I am in life. Am I really a grandmother? Is that man with the white beard and gray hair really my husband? How did this happen? Weren’t we newlyweds just a few minutes ago? I can’t believe we’re ‘seniors’ already, in our last season of life.”
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