I never was one to make New Year’s resolutions as I knew I’d surely break them.
Yet often on New Year’s Eve I’ll look back on the year gone by, as I did last night.
My date for the evening was my lively eight year old granddaughter.
She’d packed her purple and pink toy tea set for one of our beloved tea parties.
Possibly our last I was thinking, as soon she’ll be a ‘tween’.
I found our conversations over steaming cups of Earl Grey were skirting more towards adult topics such as bad drivers, technology, and bullying in America.
Later on we exchanged reviews of the rock stars performing on the TV before us, while waiting for the big crystal ball to drop in Times Square. I remember doing the same with my own grandmother, but I wondered could it have possibly been five decades before?
Suddenly, I felt old.
Father Time marches on, and ever so quickly.
Still I smiled as I looked at the sweet faced third grader before me:
-A girl who thinks it’s “so cool” I spend part of my work days now with students her age.
-A girl who believes it’s “so neat” that I’ve recently moved into a little grandma house, “so perfect” for overnight visits.
-And a girl who says it’s “fantastic” that Grandma adopted a young pup, just as energetic as the one Grandma had many years before.
As I took my two senior dogs out with the new youngster canine before turning in, I looked up at the stars while listening to the music of fireworks behind me.
Maybe…just maybe my move, retirement, a new job, and the new pup were good decisions for me last year, I mumbled out loud.
Sure, time is moving faster, but then so am I.
You see, I continue to be blessed with a muse.
And that muse is one spirited, sprinting granddaughter.