My daughter discovered my blog this past week, which is fine, but it means that this is no longer an anonymous outlet. She's known for a while that I'm not happy with the aging process. Turning 50 (7 years ago) was the first birthday that bothered me. Unlike many people, I didn't care about 30 or 40, but 50 ... I took the day off from work, stayed in my sweats and moped. It was like a sick day.
Jen discovered that I was home doing the death scene from Macbeth and left work at lunch and joined me. She made tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for us (comfort food from my childhood) and we spent the afternoon watching movies. :-) That turned out to be my favorite birthday memory.
My daughter has a business that she started a little over a year ago. She hand block prints fabrics and makes home decor items. http://www.homesweetbyhand.com/. I love her work -- and not just because she's my daughter. There are many things where we have similar taste. At her website she has a blog too and I love checking it out. This morning I did my usual thing and checked out her blog and she has an entry about the decision to have children ... I have a spectacular grandson. It was like she read my mind as she described what it's like to have kids. I loved it.
It dawns on me as I write, I can't be 20 and experiencing this sense of pride and happiness at my daughter. The ONLY way I can be having this experience is to be my age because she needed to be a grown-up to have her son and be the person she is. So, I guess I have FINALLY found a bright spot to getting older ... enjoying the fruits of your labor. We work hard when we're young to build a life and for those of us who had children, there is more to enjoy as they do the same thing. If you're lucky, children are the gift that keeps on giving. And I AM LUCKY.
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