I spent an afternoon with my Aunt Sylvia. We met up for one reason but ended up chatting for many more other reasons, one topic that never fails to catch my full undivided attention, Motherhood. She’s now a grandmother, and actually a few good years older than I. This makes me more attentive in conversation eager to pick up bits and pieces of wisdom that I can apply to my life.
The grand children were going to spend a few weeks with her while their parents went away on a trip. She didn’t mind having them over but commented that she would be more than busy in the next couple of weeks with the grand kids running around. She talked about her son, reminding her that text messages should be replied to immediately. She commented on how often her children call, asking her for this and that. She was expressing a positive remark but I couldn’t help but ask, up to now at your old age you are still mothering? In my mind I always imagined that when one reaches the golden years, it’s less of others and more of oneself. Naturally I thought because with old age one requires more attention.
She looked at me and remarked oh yes! It never ends. I don’t know why in my mind I always thought that mothering became less and less as children grew up. I guess my growing up years had many missing pieces and now that I am a mother, the job remains fairly new to me. As the girls grow, I find myself constantly having to learn what new skills to apply. I have to admit that I do love being looked for and consulted for things big and small. It’s nice to see now that I can correct what I thought motherhood would be like. It’s nice to know that history need not repeat itself and I can change the rules from how I was raised.
Aunt Mert arrived. Also a grandmother, she had a sad story to tell. Her daughter was getting a divorce. This time she picked my brain. Same age as her daughter, she needed to know how I processed my own failed marriage.
Bless my mom, I love her dearly but I did have a difficult time growing up. Sometimes I forget and do things by force of habit. Thank God for being attuned and attentive. I can snap out quickly and re-apply positive changes over the little mistakes I make as a mother.
I can’t wait! She’s coming home. I was all ready to punish her by allowing otherwise, forgetting that the punishment to me then scarred me for life. I am so glad to realize that I have finally broken the cycle.