â€œHappy birthday!â€ I said to one of the ladies I cared for when I was a private caregiver.
â€œWhatâ€™s so happy about it?â€ Ms. Elaine countered. â€œIâ€™m an old lady, getting older.â€
I answered quickly (maybe too quickly) with my positive spin.
â€œBut arenâ€™t you glad youâ€™ve lived such a long life?â€
At the time, I couldnâ€™t empathize with Ms. Elaineâ€™s sentiments. I was a mere spring chicken in my 40s. Now, years later, I understand.
My mirror, in its not-so-subtle way, reveals that another birthday is fast approaching. Iâ€™m sure it means well every time it nags me about applying increasing amounts of anti-wrinkle creams and making another appointment to cover my graying roots.
If I allowed myself, I could easily dread another birthday. Not only because of the physical part, but also because of the dreams I fear may no longer be possible.
Do you ever feel this way?
Remember when you were a child? How excited you felt about every birthday? You couldnâ€™t wait to celebrate your special day with family and friends.
What if we returned to that same celebratory attitude â€“ no matter how many candles we have on our birthday cake?
â€œYeah, sure, Sheryl,â€ you say. â€œWait until youâ€™re looking at 90 candles.â€
Yet what would your friend whoâ€™s dying of cancer say about another birthday? Iâ€™m sure he or she would gladly celebrate getting older, and older â€“ and older.
Iâ€™m not trying to force a Pollyanna attitude. (Believe me, Iâ€™m also writing this column for myself.) Perhaps Psalm 25:1 (AMPC) can help us with our perspective: â€œUnto You, O Lord, do I bring my life.â€
When we pause to remember who weâ€™re living for â€“ who gives us our life â€“ weâ€™re able to look at ourselves (and every day God gives us) differently.
When I remember to bring my life to the Lord, I live that day differently. Each time I pray for His direction on how to use the time He gives me, Iâ€™m able to look forward to each day.
I can rest in knowing He has a purpose for me which continues â€¦ and continues! Rather than mourning lost youthfulness, letâ€™s rejoice in each day as we wait in expectation for what God has planned for us.
If you think about it, no matter how old we are, weâ€™re going to live forever in eternity. So, weâ€™re actually â€¦ merely spring chickens.
Sheryl H. Boldt is the author of the blog, www.TodayCanBeDifferent.net. Connect with her at SherylHBoldt@gmail.com.