Passing the torch
I remember a while back going to a nightclub with a colleague and it was very young crowd and we looked at each other and said, uh, let’s go. When we walked outside, he told me, “It’s there time, we’ve had ours.”
A friend was over last night and was quoting Marianne Williamson who was sitting around with her husband and other friends on New Year’s eve and they were watching the grown kids get ready to go out on the town. One of the kids turned to her parent and said, “Aren’t you going out? Are you just going to sit there? It’s New Year’s Eve!” All of the adult parents looked at each other and simultaneously said, “We WERE out, now we are in.” Ha!
You ask how could a household survive the death of two dogs, one mother, and yet cope and be aware enough to enjoy the joy of an infant arriving and the changes wrought and I say maturity. I am more complete at 50 years of age than I have been at any other point in my life and therefore more ready to handle all most of what life hands me.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. …