So here I am on the brink of my 60s, thinking about my life, as one does at times like this.
I’m not successful according to many people’s definition of the word. I work part-time in retail; I don’t have much money; I never learned to drive.
I could go on and on, but I won’t.
For I am blessed in so many ways.
I have three grown children I love more than anything, who love me, respect me and value my good opinion of them, and who have always talked to me and listened to me. They delighted me as children; they amaze me as adults. They are the source of my joy.
I have two sisters and a brother I adore. They’re among my best friends. Get-togethers with them are always fun, filled with music, good food, wine, and laughter. Quiet visits with one or more of them are times to be treasured. All of those “Remember when” moments shine and glow in my memory. And they’ve given me nieces and nephews to love.
I have six beautiful grandchildren. I think I’ll say that again: I have six beautiful grandchildren.
I have a husband I love very much, a hardworking, responsible, profoundly good man with a blazing intelligence and a wicked sense of humor. It took me three tries to get the marriage thing right, and this marriage is right. My children and I came as a package, so when we married he jumped energetically into parenting two young adults and a little girl. A few years later he jumped equally energetically into grandparenting.
I have cousins, uncles and aunts in lands far away whom I seldom see but who live in my heart. I know that they are my family – they belong to me and I belong to them
I have steadfast friends –treasures indeed. They’re not many, but they’re precious to me.
I recently reconnected with a friend from whom I had been separated by an ocean and forty-four years. As we spoke, as I hugged her over and over again, the years fell away.
I have another long-term friend. We can talk about everything from cooking to philosophy, we can go round and round for hours with an outrageous pun and pick it up again weeks later, yet we can also sit in silence and not feel as though we need to say anything.
I also know an intelligent, polite, interesting young man of fourteen years old. I’m honored that he thinks of me as a friend.
All of these are my riches.
So I have a physically demanding job that doesn’t pay very much. But in a time of financial stress for many people, I have a job. I have a boss I like, co-workers I respect, even a few perks. I may have to do and say the same things numerous times each shift, but everyone I do them for and say them to is unique.
I have a home; I have good food and clean water; I have clothing; I have access to health care and medication; I have shelter from the cold and protection from the heat. In a world where so many people still don’t have these basic needs I can happily say I have enough. I’m one of the privileged.
I have the things that in our modern world have become necessities as well – a television, a telephone, a computer, and books, so many wonderful books.
I’m lucky to have intelligence, creativity, imagination and curiosity. I have the time and energy to pursue and nurture these gifts and I have people to share them with. I’ve even had the privilege on a few occasions of touching another person’s life in a way that made a real difference.
I seem to have developed the ability to see a bigger picture than I used to as a young woman. I often wondered how this could be, but recently I read that as we age we use both of our brain hemispheres in tandem more often than we did in our younger days, resulting in a more cohesive image of our world. That is a certainly a bonus that I didn’t expect.
Naturally I have some of the health issues related to aging – notably a pair of nasty arthritic knees – but on the whole my health is good, both physical and mental. I have most of my original parts. And I’m vain enough to be glad that I still like what I see in the mirror.
Of course, none of these are successes, in the sense that we normally use the word. How could they be? Success is earned, and I didn’t earn my children, my family, my friends or any of these other treasures.
All I had to do was receive them with a grateful heart, then do my best to nurture and appreciate them.
And my heart is grateful for everything – everyone – I’ve counted here that has blessed my life in one way or another for most of my sixty years.
I have to say that with everything I have in it, my life is good. Sixty is good, and the coming decades will continue to be good.
I am indeed truly blessed.