This weekend my friend turned 50 and his wife invited friends and family over to celebrate his birthday with him. It was great to see his face when he came home and found us all there, but you could tell when we toasted to the big 5-0 he seemed to be a little shocked to have reached this particular milestone.
I talked to him about it and he told me he doesn’t feel a day over 30, and he doesn’t know how 50 happened. He doesn’t know how his children have gotten to be so grown. You could tell he had to pause to really take it all in.
It reminds me of the line in “Landslide”:
Can I handle the seasons of my life
I find something so beautiful about this version of the song. The song and the video are both gorgeous and remember the first time I saw this video I needed to watch it a few times to make sure I had really seen a pregnant belly. I couldn’t recall seeing a pregnant artist performing in their own music video before…
It really brought home to me the difficult task of a woman to maintain her own identity while still committing to the self-sacrifice that comes with the job of Mother. But really, even if you were able to maintain your own identity wouldn’t there still be this gaping hole when the children do go off on their own?
I am already dreading the day when I find out firsthand…