The Journey: Still Chug-Chug-Chugging Along

Been awhile since I’ve posted about Mom and me.  That’s because nothing’s happened . . . which is very good. 

Mom is fairly alert.  Yes, she’s slow to move, but still capable of doing a lot.  She’s very proud of her word searches and coloring; so am I.   Short-term memory is sketchy, but at 91, it is what it is.  Overall, she’s doing amazingly well. 

Funny, life.  It chugs along so quickly.  One day you’re 20 and thinking the whole world truly lies ahead of you; the next you’re 50 and thinking, where’d the years go!?  The mirror will definitely attest to the fact I’m getting older but, you know, my heart and soul seem forever young, much like Mom’s do. 

It’s all good, this journeying.  It’s a perpetual exploration—and discovery—of self and others.  We learn and develop, mature, and become wiser.

Here’s hoping I’ll be tootin’ along as well as Mom when I’m her age.