January Eighth; Footnotes Thoughts on Aging

What have I done?

Obviously I am not as strong as I once was and try to believe I still am. Either that or I simply moved the wrong way. Which ever move was responsible, my lower back is letting me know I made a mistake and I am in pain.Not great, can barely move pain, just uncomfortable letting me know I messed up pain.
I watch my parents, seeing how their limitations have grown around what they can and can no longer accomplish.They cannot lift anything that weighs more than a certain amount, their steps are slower and they know, recognize and respect their limitations. While I am not geriatric, I am older and I do need to be more careful.

With each day passing, we change in some way, shape, or manner. We grow in knowledge of ourselves and of life in general. We realize where we have gained strength and where strength may have lessened.

We begin as babies needing to be taught everything about living. We start out helpless and as time passes, we grow from infants to children to young adults to adults. Each step a progression to what is next. With each step our education grows.

That does not mean there will not be struggles. Due to different reasons, different illness, accident, acts of violence or other things create struggles and obstacles to overcome.

But age, is the greatest thief. It steals so much from us. Youth, memories, health, so many things that time and aging take away. So many things to adjust to and learn to work around.

My parents have adjusted to having to ask for help. They know and accept their limitations. I guess I may need to pay more attention myself.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to January Eighth; Footnotes Thoughts on Aging

  1. Well said. I do not like to ask for help but I am at the point in my life I need it some times.

    Blessings for a stunning day in paradise.

    • My parents have difficulty in asking. They ask, because they realize they simply have no choice, but it hurts. Especially my mother who always did what ever was needed. She saw, she faced, she accomplished. Now she can’t and it bothers her so badly.

  2. Blanca says:

    My parents also had difficulty in asking for help, specially my mum. But fortunately, we’re working on it and it seems things are improving. She understands now it’s our turn to help them out and not the other way round.

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