Oh, yeah, it's true. Everyday brings a new awareness to just how thoughtful I've become. Not in any of the ways that are obvious, oh, no. I still get up, go to work, take care of my mom, cook, clean, make a bit of art. It's in the quiet moments, when I find myself pondering the big picture. It's no longer a world made up of me. I have a legacy. Not something you hear women talk much about. It's usually the men of the species who go for all that kind of stuff. But, I have created one of my own. Now, that "stuff" is important. I have been reflecting about myself, as seen through the eyes of my grandson, in future years. How will he perceive me? What am I leaving behind that he will think of with pride and gratitude? Am I leaving something behind? Is there anything about ME that will matter to him, especially, after I am gone from this plane of existence? Will he pick up one of my favorite books, read it, possibly, and find the same wonder in it that I did? Will those handmade cards I've created for him still mean something? Will his first baby book, made by moi, make him smile. Thinking: "My grandmother loved me enough to create this just for me". Or, hopefully, he will reminence about the hard-working, persistant, creative, loving person I think I am. Ok, so he'll also have to deal with the stubborn, procrastinating, sometimes mopey person I am too. Poor boy. He comes from stock that values all the traits that go into an individual. Good, bad, ugly & indifferent. Because, I am all of that, with pride. So, I am happy to have this little boy be my prompt. He gives me something to do in those aforementioned quiet moments. Think.
Stay safe & Keep thinking,