A Birthday Doodle
My mother was born at home on April 16, 1919. Her birthday sends an avalanche of birthday memories for some reason. My father was also born at home, October 22, 1915. It was common in the early 20th century to have home births. A doctor did attend my mother’s birth, but I am uncertain about my father. City girl and County boy are two different things. Adept to change, my mother became a Country girl.
May brings a rash of birthdays in my family along with graduation. This year is a first college graduation. I am so proud of the fact that my three children all graduated from Christian schools, and Christian colleges. Kevin is now the first grandchild to graduate from a Christian college. Kevin is also getting married to a fine Christian girl who is a teacher in a Christian school. I’d love to see this heritage continue, but I suppose it is just a dream. With ten grandchildren, I don’t suppose they will all graduate from Christian college, but I would hope so anyhow. Perhaps the real test of parenting skills is not in the children, but in the grandchildren. The unknown that factors in, regretfully, is the spouse your child chooses. What we see and hope for is not what we always get.
My own birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks and I turn three quarter of a century mark on life’s calendar. I stay fairly active and feel both physically and spiritually fit. That matters. Currently, my children don’t fuss with me about what I am eating and where I ride my bike or my social status around town. That’s a good thing. The time will come when my daughter who lives very close by will step in increasingly. I know that. In fact, I depend on her doing just that. When the time comes. I’m not there yet.
I have enjoyed life. I am not a world traveler and really am quite satisfied to stay around close to the house. My traveling is done in books. I have traveled world-wide through history, biography, and even fiction. Even now as my eyes are giving out on me, I listen to more audio books and recently filled out the paperwork for Talking Books. I have no desire to sit in a car for endless miles to see something when the mind’s eye can take me there in the pages of a book!
Someone pointed out a few years back that our life is summed up in the dash on a grave marker separating the date of one’s birth to the date of one’s death. James 4:14 tells me that my life is but a vapor that appears for a little while then vanishes away. I can plan. You can plan. However, Jesus, my Good Shepherd, knows the terrain of my life. His rod, and His staff, they comfort me. (Psalm 23:4) Now, I must stop. My eyes are moist and my nose is dripping. Funny how that happens when we stop to reminisce birthdays.