Today is my daughter's 21st birthday and it got me to thinking about my own life a bit.
I was born in the Fall of 61, in a small town in Alabama. The youngest of seven kids. Blond hair, green eyes, fair skin... and shy. JFK was president, the Viet Nam War was in its 2nd year, race riots were breaking out, we put the 1st man on the moon, and gas... was 27 cents a gallon. Or at least, that's how I think it was.
In a few months I will be 48 yrs old. 48 yrs! What have I accomplished in all that time? What have I learned?
If anything... over the years I have discovered that it never is the perfect package but you make do with the gifts you're given, even if you sometimes do want to trade them in or take them back.
I married two weeks before my 17th birthday. Had 4 kids by the age of 26. Wow, huh? Who does that so early in life? Needless to say, there was no high-school graduation or college time for me (something I regret) but that was my own choice. My greatest dream was to be a wife and mother. To have a house that I could decorate and call my own, a husband that thought of me as his absolute reason for living, and kids running around happy and well behaved. At the time, I had no doubt in my mind that that is how it would be. I would make it so.
Ahhh, if reality was made of dreams and wishes...
I became a wife. I became a mother. Since then, three of my children have married and now have kids of their own... and I am now a grandmother.
Though none of the above turned out as I had envisioned it... I am still a simple woman with simple dreams... and dream, I do.
On a footnote...
I have to say that my 40-something face seems to fit me better than any face I have previously worn. These past eight years have been the hardest and most difficult, and some I thought I wouldn't even make it through... but I seem to have discovered ME within that time. It took 40 long years... but it finally started happening.
Now... what I do with that long awaited knowledge... I guess time will tell.