My mom-in-law sent me some pictures of my brother-in-law at their local father/daughter dance. He had three charming little dates. As I saw the girls’ beaming faces, I could only think in exclamation points: How sweet! What great memories! Look at that proud Papa!
I saw those snapshots immediately from the perspective of an adult. I didn’t once think of the perspective of the girls, and how they must have been excited to get ready for a fancy night out. Maybe it’s because I don’t have children that I had to “switch gears” to think about the evening from their perspective.
Being older, I’m now walking into a territory of life I didn’t always understand or know. When young, I only saw half of the story: my viewpoint. I could imagine what the adults were thinking. I could absolutely express my opinion of their actions, but I didn’t have their perspective. It was a mystery.
So why is aging amazing?
Just as we turn book pages to understand more of the story, so it is as we face each day of our life. I feel like now we are slowly being given the missing puzzle pieces.
Due to our aging, the other side of the coin is being revealed.
I guess I like knowing the unknown. Questions from my childhood are being answered:
Why did my Grandma behave a certain way?
Why did my teacher respond to me as she did?
Why do older people get excited about “boring” things?
Why did my parents make a particular decision for me?
As a result of these answered questions, I think we have the opportunity to be more understanding people, but we also get to experience life at a greater depth, delve further into its fullness, and become more multifaceted beings.
“For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.”
― John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
Creator of Love, Auntie.