The first thing I would tell you is that getting older is not for wimps. Not just for the aches and pains, but also the gains and losses.
There’s an old email that talked about what we baby boomers survived, and the funny thing is they are all true. Things that would panic most parents today. Things like:
- Mothers who smoked and/or drank during pregnancy
- As babies we were put to bed on our stomachs
- Our cribs were painted bright colors using lead based paint
- We rode our bikes without wearing helmets
- As toddlers we did not wear seat belts or sit in child safety seats
- We shared a bottle of coke with three friends, all drinking from the same bottle…and no one died
- We weren’t overweight because we were always outside playing
I lived in a small town in southern Minnesota and we never locked our doors at nights; and more times that not we left the key in the ignition over night. I walked to school by myself, walked 1 mile to the swimming pool when I was 5-6 years old, by myself and never got kidnapped or assaulted.
But I digress. Those were the good old days. People were kinder, more trustworthy and believed in God. We were disciplined the old-fashioned way, we were spanked. No time outs, no therapy, we were spanked. If I spent the night at a cousin’s house my aunts and uncles had my parents permission to spank me if I was bad. In grade school my teachers had my dad’s permission to spank me if I got out of line. And guess what, I was not abused, I was corrected and I learned. Dr. Spock actually wrote his book in 1946 but our generation ignored his advice for the most part.
Families did things together, picnics, ball games, church; but we weren’t so driven by our parents to join soccer, join dance classes, and our parents didn’t drive us to and fro for all our activities, we walked or rode our bikes.
I won’t even go into the video game, computer, cell phone crap, it’s too obvious and too easy. Suffice it to say that we didn’t have them and we didn’t need them.
However, things at 60 aren’t all bad, I have a great wife, two wonderful sons and daughters-in-law and four incredible grandsons and my first granddaughter due this spring. I have been fortunate enough to amass a number of truly dear friends, friends that we hug when we greet each other and we hug when we part, and it is heartfelt, not this chest bumping or fist bumping junk. We are not embarrassed to express love for one another, male or female, it’s real, sincere and comforting.
As most of my readers know, I have PD&E (Parkinson’s Disease and Emphysema), and have no idea how long I will last. God willing it could be 20-25 years; or it could be next year…who knows – God’s will be done. But whenever it is, I am looking forward to being in heaven in the presence of my Father God, my Saviour Jesus and my constant companion and guide the Holy Spirit.
As the saying goes, and I hope my friends will agree “Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming “Thank you Lord, it was a great ride!”
So let it be written, so let it be done!
God’s peace to you all!