It Just Is

Another look at parenthood…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

“I don’t remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don’t even know exist until you love a child.” Anne Lamott, the extraordinary contemporary author, who, is also, one of the funniest writers I’ve ever read. Since Google doesn’t “remember” who said this, maybe it came from Anne’s fertile mind, no pun intended.

I have never been the same since Kristine delivered our first and then our second child. The heart-to-heart connection cannot be well explained. It just is.

When my daughter Courtney stirred her audience with a speech in 6th grade or my son Chad turned defeat into victory in a tennis match at about the same age, the warmth in my heart and the excitement for them both was immeasurable. Now, that, as adults, they are both successful in their careers and well-liked, stretches the idea that I had anything to do with…

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Father Time

Hi, Father time. I just wanted you to know that I hung up two 7’s on the wall of life. It seems a lot younger to me than it did when I was 25.

Based on the lifespans of my parents, I am likely to live into my mid-80s to early 90s. But that’s only a guess. Truth is when asked for a credit card expiration date, I explain I am not sure who will expire first, the card, or me.

That last moment, based on one man’s analysis, probably will be a bit unpleasant. As Mr. W. Allen, who will be 87 in the fall, has noted, “It is impossible to experience one’s own death objectively and still carry a tune.” Or consider his remark, I am not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.” Ironically, his mother got to 95 and his father got to 100.

If I have my wits about me and am awake at that last earthly moment, I am going to try to carry a tune.