Sunday, June 9, 2013

Getting older isn't so bad

Today I am 36 years old.  Yay!  My husband has a lot of fun going around the house telling everyone that I am the oldest person in the family.  This has my youngest son thinking that I will be the first person to pass away in our family.  Hopefully that will be many years down the road.

Anyway, my last post was about King Lear and how lame it is to get older, but I decided that aging is just part of the course.  This last week my oldest went to girls camp with our stake, and it was so fun to drive her up there with some of her friends, set up their tent, and get all their pads and sleeping bags set up.  It was fun to see how excited she was to stay there all week and be with the other amazing young women her age or older from our church.  I was jealous as I left that I wasn't staying.  I decided that next year I will just have to volunteer to help out at camp and stay for the week.

Having a daughter old enough to go to camp does reflect on my age, but at the same time, it shows that our family is growing and progressing in life, and that progression is fun and exciting to see.  So, as much as I don't like certain aspects of the aging process (gray hairs, wrinkles, giggly skin and folds), maturing is pretty cool.  Life is good, and I'm grateful for all the many adventures the last 36 years have brought.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Getting old is lame!

King Lear, by William Shakespeare

I LOVED King Lear on so many levels. First I loved the character foils, one clearly bad, and the other clearly good and loyal. I loved the fool and the loyal servant, Kent, to King Lear, and the role they both played in supporting King Lear after his two oldest daughters start treating him like he is just an old man, that they should pity, showing no respect to his office and the gifts he has bestowed upon him.

I love how Shakespeare used the theme of madness throughout the entire play, with some characters showing true madness, and others hiding their true disguises through madness. I love how Shakespeare used the role of a fool the represent the real food, and those acting foolish.

This story was also especially touching to me having witnessed recently friends and family get older and lose some of their wits, or physical ability, and to see how family or friends treat them differently, both in a condescending way, and also out of the good for the individual.

Being a parent is hard, and being a child to aging parents is a challenge also. I hope that I will be like Cordelia, Kent, Edgar, or the fool in how I treat them. Such a good play!