Chronicles of Nana

Tis the season to count my blessings….and I have many, far more than I deserve. When physical limitations began to measure my productivity I realized pretty quick the need for tolerant, patient family…..

REALIZATIONS…

Things like independance, freedom, mobility without calculated thought and pushing forward to maximum capability start to dim then the body screams “whoa!’ I have had a few unfortunate years of such limitations that have left me wondering where and when my “new normal” will bloom again….

BLESSINGS THAT REALLY MATTER….

Therefore, it is necessary for me to deliberately  consider the blessings that have come with such limitations. Because it is so much easier to fall upon my sword and suffer the unfairness of my situation. First of all, I must consider what comes with age like inconvenient ailments and the nasty procedures that follow…Nana, such is life. Bare with it because the alternative sucks….I have been blessed.

WHERE IS THE PATIENCE AND TOLERANCE…?

Confinement is not my favorite thing…learning patience and tolerance has come slowly. But it has given me time to think and contemplate…about my family, the ways of the world, genealogy and the state of true friendships. I have found myself looking back into my life and the roads I have taken and the decisions I have made. Would I have done some things differently….you bet! But I have concluded the journey isn’t ever over…just the passages of time.

Because of these choices I walk in my own unique shoes that no one else can fully understand. I have learned to judge less and speak with measured forethought.

GRATITUDE…

I am grateful that my needs have brought me closer to some members of my family…especially my grandchildren. They have come to my aid so many times with the willingness to serve. It has been fun to see them work together. I so enjoy watching them grow up…

Things have been such that I have had to depend upon my daughters far too much…I am sure I grate upon their nerves at times with my demands and frustations. I appreciate their silence with their frustations with me…

Grandad has always been “the rock” to me.  He is steady and dependable. He has had to put aside his aches and pain to tend to mine. When life gets too much for me, he puts perspective and hope and stills my restless soul. He is the wind beneath my wings…

I have alway been a dog person…dogs have been in my home all my life. Each pet has been special. Mandy, my current pet, is a snotty, selfish animal…Unlike her mother who had a sweet and loving spirit, Mandy is a free thinker and usually it’s all about herself. However, I have recognized her inner qualities as she is always close by my side…her companionship is a treasure to me…

I am grateful that I am beginning to see what’s really important in life…the eyes might dim and the fingers may disfigure and I might have to spend more time in the bathroom than I would like but….in the long run it is not the destinations in life that matters…it’s the journey!!

Peace be with thy soul…