I occasionally watch an episode of The Waltons. In the 1970s it was among my favorite shows. Watching the show then, I identified with the children. I, also, came from a large family and we often struggled financially. Yet the love and caring triumphed over family squabbles. Now I find myself identifying with Olivia Walton. Watching her with her baby grandson, John Curtis, makes me think of my own precious grandson.
I'm no longer the child. My parents are no longer living. I'm the wife, mother, and now grandmother. It still seems strange to me. How did that happen? How did someday become today?
Reflecting on life often means reminiscing, looking back fondly, yet a reflection in the mirror shows only today.
Interesting.
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