I really had to reflect upon the passage of time today. Retirement is not only about moving on from this phase of my career and professional life, but I came to realize this morning that it has to be as well a reflection on the passage of time.
Early this morning, I got up to go watch my granddaughter’s gymnastics meet – she is 7 years old, and has been at it for at least 2 years I think. I was packed into the viewing balcony, and trying to share space with other parents and loved ones of the children below. Behind me began a conversation between two mothers and a father about shuffling children from one activity to the next, how to get them fed in between, and what a long Sunday it was going to be after a long Saturday, and how on earth was dinner and the laundry going to get done?
I realized that I was in the position of completely enjoying the show — I did not have to pick up, deliver or even wait the hour until the tallies were scored to enjoy the awards ceremony. I could ask later when I saw the child.
I was so proud of my children’s sport accomplishments, and gladly drove miles, watched many many games (without ever really understanding off-sides in soccer by the way), and had those same conversations.
I am really proud to be part of my grandchild’s life in this way; and so delighted I get to see her enjoy herself. But I really don’t miss the early morning hours of orange slicing and driving! I remember one day, in particular, when two tournaments, a clarinet recital and at least four clothes changes happened!
But I do miss so dearly being one of those young mothers. It’s time for someone else to have that role, though, isn’t it? And, time for me to try my best at a new role – I hope I do it with the pride, enthusiasm, and grace that I hope I’ve done the others so far.
