Growing Up

Ahhh, it was good to be back in the South, even if just for 50+ hours or so over my 4th of July “weekend.” The above pic is me with the sign I greeted my parents with at the JAX airport. My luggage was lost and I was a bit Tuckered out, but I was so glad to be home. You can see from the Big Lots bags in the background that Mums and I made our requisite trip there. The next day I had brunch with my friend Ashley and lunch with my friend Jan, both of whom I was thrilled to catch up with. Then the 4th was devoted to sleeping in, grilling out, and packing up before flying back home to be back at work in Vegas that night. I realize many people don’t have the luxury of flying across the country for only a few days to see their family, so I feel blessed that I got to take this short trip home.

I went up to see my Granny on the second afternoon I was home, when I knew our visiting wouldn’t be rushed. This is the first time I’d seen her since I moved, obviously, and also the first time I’d seen her since she got out of the hospital after a fall. I didn’t honestly realize how frail she looked until she had me take a pic of her for her Christmas card (her idea, not mine). I took the pic the morning of July 4th–a Wednesday–and since they don’t get their hair done until Friday, she looked much different in the pic that I’d ever seen her look on film. She had one of the nurse’s aids brush her hair out, and I realized while the lady was doing it that the folks working there have so much patience day in and day out. The little things they do for these ladies every day–hour after hour–really is a ministry in and of itself. Here’s that pic of Granny, who’ll be 98 in November:

One of the first things Granny told me after all the pleasantries were exchanged is that she’d gotten my letter I wrote a few months ago in which I said I wasn’t sure when I’d finally grow up. She got a very serious look on her face and told me, “Son, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your Granddaddy was a short man. I don’t think you’re gonna grow up much more than you already have.” I laughed and told her I was referring to my maturity in the letter, and she laughed and said she knew that, but that she wanted to make sure I also knew I wasn’t going to get any taller. (He wasn’t even as tall as me, apparently. He died when I was one.) The funny thing is, perhaps I’ve grown up without realizing it. I know I don’t give myself enough credit for holding down a decent job and having all my bills paid each month, because I still don’t think I’m where I’m supposed to be on a professional level. Many times I feel like I’m in the exact same spot I was in when I was 19–working at a small hotel, renting a room (I actually had my own apartment then), still not at all sure what I want to do with my life. The thing is, I now have 13 more years of life experience, and no one can take that away from me. Maybe all these experiences will one day be fodder for a book, or maybe this blog will be the be all-end all. Who knows, but I realize it’s not worth fretting over. Life has an odd way of taking its own twists and turns, no matter how much we spin our wheels.

Hope everyone had a great 4th. I’ll end with this GIF I found on Tumblr, which I’ve saved on my computer as “Sandra takes a Tumblr.” Clearly I’m just fishing for an excuse to share it, but it struck me as so funny that I wanted to rig it into the blog somehow. Enjoy–brt

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