Growing Old With Purpose

I’m growing old.

The eyes I look into remind me that I’m tired. The eyes I avoid remind me that I’m not dead. 

I’m growing older. 

The way I’m able to hold my family together and get up on time for work, hold my head up for eight hours and do the things I need to do at home but for work. 

I’m growing older too.

I chose to have a family without being ready for the challenges of having to compare my house, and work, to those of strangers.

I’m growing older too fast. 

I’ve been fortunate enough to spend valuable time with my children during their childhood instead of building a life to compare with strangers.

I’m growing older. 

When I look into the eyes of my children they remind me that I do this work for us, for our home.

I’m growing old.