For instance, I am so emotionally high with my grandchildren. While I love my children, I do not remember my heart bursting with joy every time I saw them. Perhaps that was, because I saw my children every day and the reality is you see them clean and dirty, calm and emotional, happy and angry, energetic and tired? They see you the same and are not always willing to share or even want to spend time with you.
My grandchildren, in my case, are seen maybe every other month, and the older ones are on their best behavior (lucky me). The baby is most times, but even when crying she is precious and vulnerable. She also changes dramatically from week to week and she now crawls around the room.
As for long-ago memories, I remember bits and pieces while my husband, who has been diagnosed with "mild cognitive impairment", remembers every detail of his youth...or it seems that way.
Also, my personality wants to slow down, and maybe think on past memories, while my husband wants passionately to make new ones while talking endlessly about past events.
We had a visit from a friend this past week who we have known for many years. She came with her second husband who has been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease and for whom a two-hour car trip (which this was) is a big challenge. He was quiet and pleasant, which is the same as his former peonality. He is slow and unstable. She is full of plans, building her next new house and running her small farm with a new chicken house being built, and training her dogs for dog shows, which is the same as her former personality. Yet, they live happily on these two planes of existence and seem to be able to meet in the middle.
I do think age has given me a clearer perspective on time and the passage o time and my life in that spectrum. Perhaps. (These sunsets were taken last night as a big acold front moved in. That high cloud makes for great light bounce.)
