~ ~ Aging Is Happiness
~ ~
The 92 year old ,petite, well poised & proud lady, who is fully dressed
each morning by 8:oo ,with her hair fashionably coifed & makeup perfectly applied, even though she is leagally blind,
moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 yrs recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she
smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description
of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
" I love it" she stated with enthusiasm of an 8 yr old having just
been presented with a new puppy.
" Mrs..Jones, you haven't seen the room...just wait"
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she replied. "Happiness
is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged.....it's
how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it!"
" It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice;
I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed
& be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, & as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day &
all the happy memories I've stored away...just for this time in my life."
"Old age is like a banl account ...you withdraw from what you've
put in."
So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of
happiness in the bank account of memories."
Thank You for your part in filling my Memory Bank. I am still depositing
.
Remember the 5 simple rules to be happy:
.....#1-Free your heart from hatred.
.....#2-Free your mind from worries.
.....#3-Live simply.
.....#4-Give more.
.....#5-Expect less.
-Author Unknown
" Life is not measured by the breaths we take; But by the moments that take
our breath away!"
-Author unknown
My youngest & Only son (Josh)
just became a Father for the first time.
This makes 7 grandchildren for me.
I had the great honor of being present
when my new Little grandson was born....
it was a beautiful, happy & sad time for me...
My baby was growing up,
he was becomming a father, A man!
This is a special poem I wrote
myself about My baby, my son &
his son (Paxton Lane)/
* Life Goes On *
My son , My baby, He is now
twenty-one,
I've dreaded always, this day
would come.
I watched him grow from child
to man,
I whispered to myself--" I think
I can".
I watched my baby , As he became a
Dad!
My emotions were with joy, But also
sad.
For as he brought a new life into
this place,
I knew I had the memories, Time couldn't
erase!
With tears in my eyes, I saw His son,
My Baby, No longer a child, A man
he'd become.
I lost MY Baby, on that beautiful
day,
While a small little life ,
in my arms did lay.
I knew at that moment , with my heart
and soul,
Here is my son's mission, This was
his goal.
I looked to the Heaven's, My heart
full of joy!
I didn't lose a son, I 've gained
a baby boy!
My new little grandson, A reminder
to all,
How my baby became a Man- This I saw!
So proudly I watch, as my grandson-He
sleeps,
My memories forever I have , How precious to keep!
Now I am reminded , everytime I see,
This little life, God meant it to be.
I still have my baby , though he's
Now a man,
I'm not whispering now- " I know I can!"
I never lost my baby, He'll Always be,
In my eyes and heart, I will always see,
That sweet little boy, that baby of mine!
He has brought to me, A ray of Sunshine!
-written for my son/grandson
Aloma Patrick / March 2004
