The world is getting younger or I am getting older. I think I like the former option better! Of course that would mean that I haven’t lived long and I know that is not true. I have seen so many things come and go in my lifetime.
Not much reflection is needed and I realize I am, at this age, a far better grandmother than a mother! Oh, if I had to be a mother to my grandchildren I could do it and would. But my new approach would be quite different than my old approach. I certainly would be smarter and work less harder. I would worry less and love and accept more.