Today is my son’s 29th birthday.
When my mom was 29, she already had 4 kids under the age of 5 and had recently moved into the home I remember the most and the neighborhood where my childhood memories are the most vivid. We lived there for another 5 years before moving west.
When I turned 29, my oldest was 14 months old, and I was loving every minute of her coming toddlerhood. We were in the process of building a home with Self Help Homes but living in the home I moved into when I was 11 as my parents had moved but were unable to sell the home. It was a magical time in my early marriage and early motherhood.
My son has good days and bad days. He has good friends and he has a good heart and I know these two factors are the most important.
My daughter will soon be turning 33.
My mom was 33 when we moved west and I began the next significant portion of my childhood. She went back to school and became a teacher and was highly engaged in our Girl Scouting lives.
When I was 33, I had just become the mother of a special needs child and was balancing work and motherhood. Little did I know I was only at the cusp of “my real life.”
My daughter has taken a leap of faith and moved across the country to a new life, relationship and who knows what. She has good friends and knows her heart better than most people do.
My mom will soon be turning 84. I will turn 61 this year. My husband turns 65.
We never know which of our years will be the significant ones, the ones that become markers or noted by others. The timelines of our loved ones become measures for our lives only because we are familiar with them and usually have been participants however innocent we are at the time. Reflecting builds comprehension, acceptance and compassion for ourselves and those we love.