I’ve always enjoyed working with children and seeing them grow physically and confident. My joy in seeing a child succeed may go back to my own childhood, when I felt completely inadequate – unsure of myself and lacked one ounce of self worth.
When I had my own children, I wanted to make sure that they didn’t suffer from the same malady, but I’ve learned in my later years, that we all go through some kind of junk when we’re growing up. Some of us blame our parents. Some choose to blame their circumstances or social status. Really each of us is responsible for our own behavior and the outcome of it. But I digress.
The point of this post is that I turned 75 this year and among all the changes in this past year, I still have a need to work. Not only because living entirely on Social Security is near to impossible, but because I can’t not work. It’s in my blood. I was raised in a home of hard workers.
So, I decided to do one more afterschool drama class at our old church school. I didn’t realize how much I missed being with these little ones. After the tedious task of reading through their script this week, I knew I was losing one of my little kindergartners because she said, “It feels like nap time.” I totally agreed with her, since it’s been a while since I’ve been with a batch of youngsters.
I’m also enjoying my work with memory care residents at a nursing home, with inclusion of drama and writing for them and the senior assisted living residents. What fun that’s turned out to be. I’m only with them once a month right now, but the potential for growth to other homes within their system is good. I’ve been having a blast with them.
In addition, I’ve joined the Board of Directors of a children’s theater company in the area. I’ll be doing some writing for them and possibly some directing and classes. Doors are opening for both me and my husband. We are so blessed to be able to work at what we love.
There are days when I wonder why I’m still on this planet. Why are so many of those I love going to heaven? I get frustrated with all the stress our country faces. I groan when I think about how helpless I am as far as offering assistance. Then I realize there is nothing that I can do about any of it. God is still in control and He hasn’t made a mistake yet.
So I will carry on until my last breath, praying that God gives me the energy to do what I love while I’m still here, and the confidence that I have a paradise awaiting me when this life is done.