products used:
Botanical Wreaths paper pack
Text:
How did 18 years go by so fast?
It feels like yesterday that I was
dealing with pregnancies & breastfeeding.
Now here I am with 3 adult children, each choosing
wives of their own to produce the next generation.
As I see my own mother age and talk of funeral preparations,
my own looming end becomes a little more of a reality.
I still have a ways to go, I think. But it feels closer.
Now I am a grandma, but I go by Nona. I think that sounds
younger somehow. I don’t want to get old. I want to stay young,
but that’s not an option. Age brings wisdom, but it also brings
confusion, fatigue, loss, and the feeling of being less;
less pertinent, less desired, less noticed, less potential.
Let’s face it. The potential that once promised a bright
future has been exhausted over the years, leaving
a trail of accomplishments that will soon be
forgotten. Like waves of the sea, generations
come and go. I am here now.
