Who are you living for?
Hosting this contest to celebrate Grandparent's Day got me thinking : who I am living for?
A few weeks ago M.J. Essenmacher told us how her children help her find the true meaning of happiness in her busy world of running a catering company. Ann Middleman shared the things she does with her grandkids that will create wonderful memories for them after she is gone. Both those stories, and those from many other grandmas touched my heart. Some were deep. Some were funny. All were filled with love.
Then I received two stories from Grandpas. They were filled with love and pride and even some humor. What was strikingly different about these stories was that both grandparents, in their own way, told us that their grandsons give them a reason to live.
Richard Landis’s grandson is 8 months old. Richard’s daughter is a working mom, so Richard has been looking after his grandson since he was only one week old. Recently Richard was diagnosed with cancer. He told us that looking after his grandson is the best medicine possible for him. He gets a boost of life from knowing what his grandson likes and doesn’t like, what games to play, what songs to sing and how to settle him down when he’s upset.
Bill Donovan couldn’t say enough about his 8 year old grandson. He gushed over how special he is, how handsome he is and how athletic he is. At eight years old his football coach has already predicted he’ll be on a full scholarship one day. Bill proudly told me to remember his grandson’s name: Josh Reilly Donovan, cause he’s going to be a superstar. While I enjoyed reading this, Bill really got me when he said he's trying to get healthier so he can live long enough to see what his grandson will be.
It made me think about the incredible gift children give their parents and grandparents: a reason to live. I have friends who are moms and they tell me that they started thinking about their own death as soon as they had kids. Being responsible for their children gave them a strong will to live. I know of parents with terminal illness who've lived long enough to attend their daughter's wedding or son's graduation, and then peacefully slipped away. That kind of love and commitment is an incredible legacy to leave.
I don't have kids and there's nobody in life that's 100% reliant on me. If I were to die my husband would look after our dog. We even have a guardian appointed for him if we both die. Though I'm loved by many, nobody NEEDS me to stay alive. It got me thinking - Who am I living for?
I love my life. I adore my husband. I cherish my relationships with my family and friends. I live in a little cottage, by the ocean, in a sunny climate. I feel a rush of freedom when I ride my bike, peace from my spiritual practice, and a deep sense of joy most of the time. I consider myself to be truly blessed. But who I'm living for?
There was a time many years ago when I was sick. So sick I was bed-ridden and I couldn't move without a great deal of pain. The pain was so bad I considered suicide for a time. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't bare the grief it would have caused my mom and brother. So, I've "not died" for someone, but I think that's different from living for someone.
I guess I am living for myself. I feel a bit embarrassed at how shallow that sounds as those words appear on the screen, but it's true. I am living for the joy I feel inside, for the connection to spirit that is bigger than me, for the adventure that each new day brings and the experience of being alive.
Who are you living for? I really want to know, so please share your thoughts with us.
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