It suddenly occurred to me the other day as I was riding through Myers Park and admiring the beautiful houses, that I would never own or live in one of them. That was a little disturbing. When I think of how many times I have passed by a house and thought, “Hmm, I could live there!” Realizing that was never going to happen is depressing.
The small town I grew up in had just two mansions. My friend Lynn’s father was the caretaker of one of the stately homes and they lived in a cottage nearby. When several of us would go to play with Lynn, (Now you would call it a play date, but in those days we just called it “playing with Lynn.”) we would often go to the big, yellow house to play hide and seek. The owners lived in New York City and only stayed in our sleepy little town occasionally, so the house was empty a good amount of the time. It was a great house to play in. There were at least 20 large, spacious rooms of all sizes and shapes for us to hide in and oftentimes, we tired of the game before the “it” person found us. Lynn, Donna, Jean and I had great times in that vacation home. I remember thinking back then that when I grew up, I would marry a rich man and have a house either just like it or I would buy that house and live it in until the end of time.
Well, needless to say, that was one dream that didn’t quite work out the way I’d planned. It’s hard to give up your dreams, but at some point reality sets in and that’s what we have to do as we get older. Some things are just not going to happen for us and it’s hard to accept that. For example, I’m never going to swim the English Channel. OK, that was never a dream of mine anyway, but it sounded good, didn’t it? I’m never going to win an Olympic medal. I’m never going to have another baby. I’m never going to be a size 0 again. I’m never going to ride a motorcycle from sea to shining sea. That one makes me laugh just thinking about it. I can imagine I’d get pretty tired scrubbing bugs off my visor.
As seniors, we have to resign ourselves to the fact that we’re not going to do some of the things we had planned to do. But there are other things we still can do that will make a difference and enrich our lives. We can be good examples to our children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and friends. We can live healthy lives and find enjoyment in doing things with our friends. We can explore new hobbies and make new friends and we can review our “wish list” and do the things we can still do before we have to add them to the “I’m never going to” list.
Lynn, Donna, Jean and I all left that sleepy little town but the big, yellow house remains. When I visit, I still look at it with longing. Jean died at 28 from a brain tumor. Lynn married a professor, moved to Montreal, Canada and is now surrounded by six kids and many grandchildren. Donna now lives in Alaska. After two failed marriages, three of her own children and two adopted, she decided to go to the land where the ratio is five men to each woman. The last time I heard from her, she was digging in for the winter and keeping a lookout for “Mr. Right.” Some dreams never end.
Until next time…
Linda R. Pellerin, Executive Director