Picture this: Soft music playing. Candles casting flickering shadows over the smiling faces of your close friends. A wonderful Italian pasta filling the room with delicious smells. Warm bread drenched in butter. Bottles of your favorite wine on the table. Laughter. Conversation.
“And I’m not gonna leave here ever, ever again, because I love you all, and…. oh, Auntie Em, there’s no place like home.” – Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum
“It’s not where you go, but who you meet along the way.” Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum
Just because we have many candles on our birthday cakes does not mean that we can’t still make wishes or follow our dreams. Things happen when you let your child spirit transport you to the Land of What-If.
I must confess that I do love mornings – now that I’m retired. I cherish the slow arousing of my mind as it shakes the remnants of sleep off its back.
Here we are. The strong ones. This is us. The proud new generation of mature women. The Baby Boomer Deluxe model.
We are strong. We are fearless. We are complicated. We are interesting. We are determined to age gracefully. We love our families. We love our children. We love our men. And we love our women.
They were gently placed in my waiting arms with the most selfless of acts.
I am certain that my children, their parents, only wanted to hold them tightly to themselves, these amazing new bundles of pink blessings. But they knew my need to touch them, to gaze into their eyes, and to wrap my arms around these children of my children. To share in their beautiful new beginnings.
You are remarkable!
I see it. Others see it. But sometimes the only person that doesn’t see it is YOU.
She’s there, your remarkable self, right under the surface. She is waiting to be exposed and pulled out of that dark safe corner she’s been hiding in all of these years.