When seasons change...
When seasons change, we are given a glorious opportunity to experience something new, to revel in everything that is a part of that new time.
Often, however, we choose to grumble, to be angry, to be hurt that this change has been thrust upon us without our consent.
We turn 30, or 40, or 50, and fret that we no longer have the shape we had when we were younger.
Our faces show lines, and-gasp!-wrinkles, and we are horrified at how we look, and wonder if our husbands will still love us.
Rather than being joyful at the possibilities available to us with each age, we look back with regret at the woman we thought was the best we could be.
Delight in each season, and focus on what is most important.
Enjoy your children while they are young, and embrace their energy and curiosity, even if you are still carrying that extra “baby weight”.
Love your teens, especially if you don’t like them all the time, even if you have dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep and worry.
Like yourself for who you are, for that wise woman you have become, for all that you have accomplished, for all the challenges you have faced, for all the growing you have done, for the aging that has created the fine vintage that you are.
Disclaimer-I took about 15 minutes to write today. Just was really slow coming to me this morning!
