‘If only I were taller!’ That is exactly what I imagined my pup was thinking this morning when she spied the carrots in the icebox. (Yes, that is what I still call it. So much simpler than its’ five syllable counterpart.) It got me thinking about all the “If only’s” in my life when I was that young: If only I had different colored hair, lived in this house, in that town, or came from a different family. If only this hadn’t happened and that had. Then life happened and I grew up, accepting that sometimes you just have to appreciate those carrots from a distance.
Therein lies the single, best thing about being a Boomer: we managed to get to this age in spite of all the things that didn’t happen. We survived the disappointments and have long resigned ourselves to the fact that we are what we are. And what are we? Resilient. That means that we have been ‘bent, stretched and compressed,’ yet still have ‘sprung back.’ It’s not just a matter of having developed thicker skin. We are tougher on the inside. That’s a gift but it was hard earned over time.
When 20 something’s tell me that they are ‘devastated’ over a breakup or have just lost a job, I think to myself, ‘Well, what’s the big deal? I’ve had dozens of those.’ At their age, though, it IS a big deal because they have no history to draw from. They are experiencing things for the first time and it can feel crushing. They are just starting their foundations while our roofs are fully intact!
So, while the young are making memories, we are remembering ours. Hopefully, they are rich and full, heartwarming and bittersweet. We have terra firma under us. Gravitas. I confess, though, to still having one, ‘If only’ left: “If only time didn’t go so very, very fast.” Still munching on that one.
I love the last part – while they are making memories, we are remembering ours. Problem is that some of those we can remember, we should forget.
Oh how true THAT is!
Yes, time does go by so quickly; but, as “they” say, time flies when you are having a good time! Great post
I loved this,so true. Yep I still say icebox. My grandkids go what??