The Yardsticks Of Life
“Our lives are not measured by birthdays but by the events that fall between them”
Birthdays seem to be fun when we are little and then as people get older they do not want to celebrate signs to them that they are aging. I love birthdays…even now…for they mean I made it another year in spite of my health. And I have another year of memories in my memory banks that sustain me when I am feeling the worst.
Birthdays do not mean as much as we tend to think they do. They are not the true milestones. It is the event between each birthday that are the milestones. From the time we are born…all the milestones the first 12 months include things like more hair, new teeth, learning new skills, crawling, walking….lots of events to remember. Each year between birthdays are more and more events. Until we have a life time of them.
One of the things I did when my sons were born was I started them each a diary. I started each post “my dear son” and I told them of their growing up, of things that made me laugh that they did, of special things they accomplished and all about their growing up. Going back and reading it was amazing after they go grown. I have a granddaughter now and this diary thing is great for grandparents and grandchildren. It leaves them memories and records all those events between the birthdays.
I always have said you know how fast time goes when you have children. I think having grandchildren is no different.What I do know is I would not have missed a minute of all the things with my sons and with my granddaughter. And I do not want to miss any of the ones coming up. My memory bank stays full with joyous memories.
Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold; the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul.
Someone asked me did I still dream. My reply was that of course I do. I dream of more years and more memories to fill my heart and head. I dream of peace on earth and love abound. I dream of seeing my granddaughter one day have children of her own. I dream of walking in my mountains unrestrained. I dream. I dream of quiet streams and the sounds of nature. I dream of good lives for my sons and granddaughter. I dream of a world where there is no pain. Oh yes, I dream. I dream for me and I dream for you.
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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