Sitting on Life’s Front Row
Since I got here Tuesday to see my daughter and her new little baby boy I have been reminiscent; remembering clear back to when I was a little girl playing with dolls and pretending I was a Momma. Seeing my sons and daughters with their babies and families is mind boggling.
This year particularly has been a strange one in my life’s journey because with my mother’s death I have moved to the head of the class, right on the front row. Things look different from this view … in every direction. For the first time I feel different … more matronly, but in a good way.
There are two songs that keep rolling around my head:
SUNRISE, SUNSET – Lyrics
IS THIS THE LITTLE GIRL I CARRIED? IS THIS THE LITTLE BOY AT PLAY? I DON`T REMEMBER GROWING OLDER, WHEN DID THEY?
WHEN DID SHE GET TO BE A BEAUTY? WHEN DID HE GROW TO BE SO TALL? WASN`T IT YESTERDAY WHEN THEY WERE SMALL.
SUNRISE, SUNSET, SUNRISE, SUNSET, SWIFTLY FLOW THE DAYS; SEEDLINGS TURN OVERNIGHT TO SUNFLOW`RS, BLOSSOMING EVEN AS WE GAZE.
SUNRISE, SUNSET, SUNRISE, SUNSET, SWIFTLY FLY THE YEARS; ONE SEASON FOLLOWING ANOTHER, LADEN WITH HAPPINESS AND TEARS.
“TURN AROUND”
Where are you goin’ my little one, little one?
Where are you goin’ my baby my own?
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door.
CHORUS
Turn around,
Turn around,
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door.
(Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of you’re own.)
Now I’ve turned around again, and everything is different. The problem now is that the turns come faster and faster … It’s unbelievable.
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This time of life sneaks up on us, doesn’t it? I remember thinking grandma was old, always had been old, always would be old; ditto my parents. Didn’t even enter my mind that someday they’d all be gone and I’d be there, like you say, on life’s front row. The view certainly IS different here.