Sunday, March 29, 2009

Aging: Sunday Scribblings

I was born in the Year of the Ox. Anyone with a bare-bones knowledge of the lunar calendar knows that your "sign" comes around every 12 years. I am not going to be 12 this lunar year. Nor 24. Nor 36. No, I am going to be 48.

We visited with our very good friends -- our Chinese family, as it were -- yesterday. The lazy daughter -- Che-Che ("older sister" in phonetic Chinese) -- was sleeping, but she had an excuse this time. She is with child. And said child shall be born in the Year of the Ox. My year.

We talked with her and her husband and her parents, Ee-Ee and Sou-Sou ("auntie" and "uncle" in that same piss-poor phonetic Chinese of mine), about many aspects of pregnancy and childbirth and the like.

Eldest was driven to distraction with all the talk, quite frankly. I'm not sure if that has more to do with his knowing how babies are created -- ewwwww! -- or the very thought of a being coming into, well, being.

Daughter was enthralled with the whole concept. I tell her too often that I believe she is the favorite of Ee-Ee (or my Daughter's "real mother" as I often call her) and the others. Daughter is sweet and loving and polite and helpful and grateful and all those wonderful, wholesome qualities. The idea of Che-Che having a baby had her doing her tween screech of "OMG!! OMG!!"

Youngest, nearly 7, is the poster child for remaining childless. Che-Che and her husband exchanged solemn vows to stop having children after just two, believing that the third one would be, well, such a third.

What does this all have to do with aging? In a blink of an eye, my first-born baby is 12. In another blink of an eye, when it is again the Year of the Ox, I will be approaching 60 and the child of Che-Che will be nearly 12. Will I make it until this child-to-be is almost 24? Perhaps. I surely won't make it until she is almost 48.

I accept my aging body and mind and soul. I accept it, but it saddens me at times to know that I will not be on this earth with those I love and will love for long enough. And, of course, there would never be a time I'd likely call "long enough."

Sunday Scribblers are aging this week. Read all about it.

13 comments:

Tammy said...

I'll be 48 this year too and believe me it will never be long enough. Now I want to watch my grandson grow up. :)

Tumblewords: said...

Surely there is not a number that announces 'long enough'. Each year brings an event that must be completed even though it might take decades. Nice post.

jay said...

I'm several years past forty-eight, and I agree with you! My mother is eighty-nine, and she would agree with you too!

The trick is in living in the moment, I think, and if you must think about those who will outlive you, do so with an appreciation of the continuity of life. :)

Lucy said...

I feel the same patois.. even if I live till 100.. I just don't think that is long enough!
great post my OLD friend! haha

D... said...

My daughter and I share the same Year of the Dog. I often think of our lives in 12 year increments. I agree that time is too short.

Congrats to Che-Che!

SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

Yeah, time is never going to be long enough - that's why we need to experience it now. Like money, we can't take time with us and we need to spend it wisely.

Cool post!!

anthonynorth said...

My eldest is now in his 30s. Boy, that makes me old :-)

Janet said...

I'll be 48 next year, the year of the Tiger. I will likely not make it until my children are 48 either. I'm sad about that, but I also worry that THEY will feel shortchanged that I waited so late to have them.

SmallWorld at Home said...

Very lovely. Is age ever so apparent than when we watch our children grow or children we once knew becoming parents?

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I sometimes ache wondering if I'll be here for my grandchildren. I want so badly to be there for my children when they themselves become parents. I hope I will be.

Redness said...

Excellent post ... no matter how long it will never, ever be enough ... So, enjoy it more than you ever thought your were capable of ... it's working for me ;)

susan said...

What I hear is you for the first time really feeling your mortality and that isn't quite 'long enough' rather, how quickly the time past and for you're having one of those ah-ha moments about your body and aging.

I had my young and I still wonder if I'll enjoy grandchildren. Longevity doesn't run in my family or either side.

Really enjoyed your take on the prompt.

americanising desi said...

i gonna turn 27 this year and i am from the Dog year, it makes me wonder if that ll give me a long life!

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