Is this the year?
Year after year, time marches on. And on. I personally don’t have senior moments, just a brain blip here or there. Nothing that much worse than I’ve had all my life, is it? Okay. I’ll admit it. Some days I forget if I’m coming into a room or leaving it, never mind remembering what I was about to do. And you know, there’s really nothing we can do to stop this march of times. Some people try. Crossword puzzles always in progress. Scrabble on the board, on the computer and/or on the phone. Anything to avoid the onset of cobwebs in the corners.
This bird isn’t having a hummy sort of moment. Beak tucked into her neck, there’s no singing. She perched on this old window sill for a reason, but what was it?
She’s Piglet on a day when Rabbit is over-confident:
“Lucky we know the forest so well, or we might get lost,” said Rabbit half an hour later, and he gave the careless laugh which you give when you know the Forest so well that you can’t get lost.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh!” he whispered.
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.” ― A.A. Milne
We’re all in this together, so it’s good to have friends who understand the feeling of “Whaa-aa?” as the years wing by at lightning speed, leaving us asking each other how we got here.
This sentiment speaks to me at a point in life when I’m needing a hand to clutch. We’re stepping into an unknown forest of caring for my husband’s mother. We want her to enjoy her time with us, and we want her to be comfortable. But I don’t feel like the nurturing-Pooh type, and I’ve never desired to be a nurse, ever. So please pray for me that I can do this scary walk through a new woods with grace and courage. And that I won’t forget the reason I’m here: to serve others.
And to keep seeing the funny side of life.