My second bite of the Big Apple
The first time I took a bite of the Big Apple was over two and half decades ago. Back then I was a young mom with a toddler. Now I am a mother with two grown up children and a son from the other mom.
Now I am no longer bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I am a little seasoned, and battle-wearied from life.
Now I no longer tagged along behind my husband, but I am being lugged around the city by my baby girl.
Now I no longer am the one who had to be in charge, as someone else is taking care of things.
It feels odd. But a nice kind of odd….
I no longer need to buy Happy Meals to keep her happy, cos now she treats me to ridiculously expensive afternoon tea at the Plaza.
She used to complain about being tired and hated all the extra walking as we visited new places. Now she keeps asking me “We will have to walk a few blocks, are you going to be okay?”
It is poignant.
But I am enjoying it.
My coworker said not too long ago : “The years behind me are longer than the years ahead of me.” And this fellow is almost 10 years younger than me.
All of a sudden, I feel like I have to grow up …
I guess now is good as ever…
I will try to act my age.
” Lord, teach me to number my days, so I may gain a heart of wisdom.”