Our oldest daughter is staying with us while she is in transition to their new place. We have had her and Little Miss with us for almost two weeks now. It has been a wonderful visit.
The other day she mentioned my bucket list. We had been talking about how I turned down seeing Barry Manilow in concert when hubby and I were in Vegas a few years ago. I actually caught pneumonia on the first day of our visit there and spent almost the entire stay in the hotel room coughing and feeling like I was dying and getting upset because I did not die. I felt that horrible. Anyhow, trying to cheer me up, hubby offered to take me to see Barry Manilow. I felt so horrible I turned him down and continued to hack my lungs out. I then told my daughter that the following week in Vegas Paul McCartney and Elton John performed and I would have dragged myself to see them no matter what. We continued to talk about how seeing at least one of the Beatles perform before I die is on my bucket list.
Since then I started to think about my bucket list. I remember it used to be a long list. Filled with many things. Seeing the Kremlin was on the list, as was running a marathon (that will NEVER happen), going to Austria, seeing Ireland and Scotland. Also on the list was writing that novel (hopefully that will happen), and speaking to conferences of women.
My bucket list now is something I do not think of. I pondered on this fact on the way home from the grocery store today. I wondered if I was just lazy and had no drive to do things. I realized I was content. Content with my world the way it is. Yes, it would be wonderful to travel, seeing the sights I have only looked at in pictures. It would be exhilerating to write that novel and have sell out conferences. It would be such a blessing to know I had touched lives and possibly helped people make changes in their lives.
The one occurring sight in my mind while thinking of all of this is the feeling I have when I remember holding Little Man’s hand and Little Miss’ hand. Having them lift thier arms for me to pick them up. Reading to them books that rhyme and playing cars with them. Seeing the beauty of my daughters reflected in their children’s faces. That is contentment and joy.
I am certain the castles of Austria are breath taking. I know the green of Ireland is something that my heart would rejoice in seeing. I know having my feet land in Scotland where my grandfather walked would give me a peace I have never known.
But, if I never get there, my life will be fulfilled in knowing that I have laughed with my Little Man and Little Miss and that laughter will echo through eternity in my heart.
Thanks for stopping by, DAF……………