This isn’t a post you get to write just every day. I’m going to turn 60 in roughly 15 minutes 🙂
I don’t see many positive posts about getting older, period. Perhaps it’s time to make a short list about the ways 60 is so, so much better than 40 or 30. Because if I don’t tell you then maybe you won’t know. And if you don’t know then you’ll be afraid of growing older and think that the best is behind you –
and what a shame that would be.
You’ll keep trying to look younger and feel bad because you can’t, and wind up missing the beauty that is staring at you every morning in the mirror. That child-of-God, ain’t nobody quite-like-you beauty – just as you should be. Perfect in a slightly-wrinkled but please-don’t-try-and-change-you kind of way.
So, here’s my list:
1. All that life-experience, all that school of hard-knocks wisdom, all the knowledge on all sorts of subjects I’ve spent this long accumulating – is right here inside me. Younger people ask me questions just to glean a little of that treasure trove of LIFE. And I’m able to offer them a bit of brilliance without too much effort, actually.
- Marital longevity. The guy I met and married when I was 19 is still my guy – and I barely ever try to change him. Oh, I tried often to make him into something he wasn’t early on just to satisfy my own insufficiency. But years of working hard on me (and us working on us) served to illuminate one guiding relational light:
I can love and celebrate this person I married without wishing him to be any different than he is.
And that’s freedom.
3. Grown Children. I get to enjoy our kids as adults. Oh my. These babies I cried over, stressed over, prayed over and slaved over have grown up into lovely human beings and I’m enjoying them as some of my favorite people– not to mention the three amazing people THEY married. It’s like having six kids for the price of three.
- Grandchildren. Additionally, there are MORE little humans who’ve joined the ranks and, though we don’t have constant care of them we do get to enjoy their love and beauty in all the best of ways.
And when they love us back it’s Pretty. Much. Heaven.
5. Personal Best. More experience + less interruptive, self-induced drama + realizing it’s not about me + years to hone my skills = a season of amazing relational and vocational fruitfulness. Possibly my richest season ever.
- The [Undeserved] Gift of Today. My best friend died suddenly when we were in our early forties. Her early death awarded me an acute awareness that growing older – experiencing life each and every day – is a gift I simply cannot take for granted. Consequently, there’s no trash-talking about aging in our home. Each day is a gift and none of us has the promise of more than one day at a time.
So, whatever your age, you’ve got this gift of today. Don’t waste it or begrudge it or think it needs to be any shorter or longer than what it is.
As for me, I’ll be over here rockin’ sixty.