There are many advantages in having a Birthday Month rather than the usual Birth-Day. For example, there is a whole month in which to consider the implications of time rushing past – time to adjust as it were. Then of course there are many extra treats along the way. This week, for instance there have been the cairns and the sugar mice, and today as well as visiting new granddaughter, Hannah there was the surprise of a lovely basket of flowers, a birthday cake with candle (one, thankfully,) a present of a guardian angel and the singing of the Happy Birthday song.
Tears weren’t far away, as were memories of birthdays in the past. 70 is a significant marker, even if it is meant to be the new 50. When I was a child I couldn’t fathom what old age would be like. It was like another country to which there was no entry. As the years have gone by ever faster, I have tended to push real old age into a position at least 10 years away from where I am now. Perhaps now is to be the real growing in elderhood, and being able to see that, is part of growing towards wisdom.
Of one thing I am sure – in recent years I have felt closer to my ancestors, indeed to all the older people I have known. I owe them a debt of thanks for forging the way and helping me towards to unknown adventure of life.