I recently enjoyed a weekend trip to my hometown. I went for various reasons, the most important of which was to check in with my grandma (Frieda) who, at 100 years, (almost) 6 months has moved. She had lived in the same area of the province for 75 years; now she's relocated several hundred kilometres from that comfortable, familiar place, to be closer to her children (my mom and uncle), their spouses, and grandchildren/great-grandchildren, all of whom she will see much more frequently than she did in her previous location.
Most of us can't even imagine 100 years; I'm still a few years away from the half-way point on my way there. The amount of change that Frieda has witnessed in her lifetime is mind-boggling. As a young girl in rural Saskatchewan, she was transported to her (one-room) schoolhouse in a horse-drawn wagon or sleigh. In 1989, I explained the concept of "faxing" to her (to the extent that I understood it myself).
Her short-term memory isn't always great; she had some confusion while we were together, and I assured her that her family can fill in the blanks for her, as she's got 100 years of information floating around in her head.
Her long-term memory, on the other hand, is still pretty remarkable. She spent about an hour telling me, detail by detail, about her wedding day. From what the groom wore (her beloved Herb, my grandfather who departed this life before his grandchildren were born) to what was served to the 300+ guests at the reception (freshly baked buns, among other things) in the church basement Herb rented for $5.00.
The one consistent throughout Frieda's life has been her unwavering faith and trust in God.
While I haven't always appreciated her delivery methods with regards to that faith, I have always respected the faith itself, and her commitment to it. Her faith now includes confidence in her children, as well: she knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that her daughter and son, as well as other family members, have her best interests at heart, and so she's been willing to give up control over many areas of her life. It's possible for her to do that because she trusts.
Knowing that we have something or some One to count on as we experience changes in our lives makes a huge difference in our ability to stay in the moment, feel what we are feeling, and trust that things will be okay. If we depend only on ourselves, not only are we bound to let ourselves down at some point, but we also deprive ourselves of sharing joy with others as part of a community.
Our community needn't be huge or extensive (although if yours is, enjoy it!); sometimes just having one or two people in our lives who really get us is enough.
And when we're faced with changes, being able to trust that those around us will have our back is sometimes all we need.
I trust you feel the same way.
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Life Coach, Yogi & lover of Meditation, mother, wife, friend, sister, daughter, cookie baker, seeker of truth & laughter, volunteer. Passionate about women's stories and the women who share them.