Dixie used to have a plaque outside her front door that simply said:
“To everything there is a season.” Here is the entire quote:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 King James Version (KJV)
There is a time for everything . . . Now is the time to rejoice!
It’s true: There is a time for everything. We’ve reached the time for retirement and deserve to enjoy every moment.
Frances Weaver in her wonderful 1996 book, The Girls with the Grandmother Faces captures aging in a benign and loving way. She writes about a time when her granddaughter Sara was helping her straighten up the house. When her granddaughter asked why she was cleaning, she said it was because “the girls” were coming over that afternoon to play bridge. When Sara wanted to know what girls were going to be there, Frances explained that they were her friends, the women her age. Sara said, “Oh you mean the girls with the grandmother faces.” Here’s a link to the book.
Our own grandmother faces . . .
Dixie tells a story about a time two of her granddaughters came to visit in Florida in our 55+ retirement community. In addition to getting to drive our golf cart around the community, they were fawned over by our friends and other grandparents and included in dances, activities and our everyday fun life. I’ve known Dixie’s granddaughters since their birth and her children since they were toddlers.
After spending lunch and a shopping outing with us, 13 year-old Morgan commented that Dixie and I talked just like she did with her friends. When asked what she meant she said, “Like how things fit, how a lipstick looks and if certain pants made your butt look big.” We started laughing. She was right! Since we’d never been 70 before and observed by a teenager, we realized that we really were “girls with grandmother faces.”
We are truly blessed . . . Practice gratitude.
Well, yes, we are, and we rejoice in this time. Women our age have more buying power, better health, better housing, more freedom, and more opportunities than any single group in history. We are truly blessed by the world in which we live. And we know it.