Aging with grace

As I approach my 50th birthday I am increasingly aware of my body’s transitions – more aches and pains, more worried looks from my doctor, more “routine tests” and I find myself thinking, “what happened?”  I was 17 only a few months ago.  And I’m aware of feeling some grief – grief for chances I didn’t take, grief for friendships I let slip, most of all grief for moments with my children that I didn’t notice because I was too busy worrying about the future.  Recently I wake up each day with the resolution that today will be one day that I will not allow to pass unoticed, one day that I will experience as fully as I possibly can, and if with grace I am allowed some joy I will treasure it will a full heart. 

 Into the midst of these musings I received the following poem from my childhood friend Sydney Tanner Nosker, and with her permission share it with you.  Thanks “old” friend:

 Content

I am Content

My face is changing.
I am getting old.
I have laugh lines
etched deeply by my eyes.
My porcelain skin
is now ruddy
from being in the sun
and having children.
Gravity is pulling my cheeks.
Pores are changing
at my chin line.
I look like my grandmother.
I am content.

Sydney Tanner Nosker

Posted by Laura

Laura Marshall, LCSW, is the founder and director of the Sagebrush Center for Relationship Therapy. Her experience spans thirty years of supporting couples and individuals to create healthy and meaningful lives and relationships. She is also adjunct faculty for the New Mexico Highlands School of Social Work. She lives with her husband Steve and five sons in Farmington, New Mexico.

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