This week my daughter and I hit the road for another college visit, but this time around we went to my (and my husband’s) alma mater.
We walked the campus and I pointed out the sights, each turn awakening old memories as if Zeus had bellowed, Release the Kracken!
Because I relayed my ancient stories as we roamed the student center and shopped in the bookstore. I showed her the places her dad lived, where I lived and even the chinese restaurant that we loved.
I was surprised to see it. So much had changed, renovations, new buildings, me.
Seeing it anchored me back in reality, and I thought:
How is it possible that 20 years have passed since I graduated from college?
So happy to graduate. So clueless about my smooth skin.
The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.
Okay so I have some wrinkles, but according to Madeleine L’Engle they are evidence–evidence of not only titan clashes, but of ages that I am happy to carry with me.
Like becoming a big sister for the first time.
And again. 🙂
Even if I don’t remember it all, I can see I was happy.
It’s with me.
What ages are you happy to keep with you?