I ran into an aquaintance at the grocery store yesterday. We chatted for a minute in the cereal isle. She had her 2 and 4 year old with her. The adorable (and healthy) children were being "squirmy" and a tad impatient. They weren't thrilled to be grocery shopping (but neither was I.) !!
Their mom seemed frustrated and said, "Augh....I can't wait for my Golden Years."
I smiled politely, and said,"I better finish shopping. Nice to see you."
While driving home, I thought about her comment - "The Golden Years." Why are the Golden Years supposed to be so golden? I imagine because our children are grown and out of the house, and we can sleep whenever we need to, we can enjoy a good book, our committments are lowered, we have less laundry and less dishes, and finally have some time to ourselves! Sounds good.
Then I thought about Suzy. We don't know how far she is going to recover,... but odds are that she'll always be physically and mentally challanged. So, she'll probably always be our little side-kick! Suzy will probably never live on her own. So, I guess we won't officially have the "golden years." But, I'm sure there will be lots of great years. So, I think I'll call them "The Silver Years"!!