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December 9, 2008

on birthdays and heaven

Filed under: Family,This and that... — by lindyborer @ 8:31 am
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Good day, all. 

I’m 28 today.  Twenty-eight.  Today.  Funny, thirty is starting to sound quite young lately.  Birthdays are interesting; somewhere between 23 or 24 and 27 or 28 one seems to start looking at birthdays differently, especially females.  It used to be that we all looked forward to “being 18,” or our 21st birthday (for obvious reasons.)  But after that, birthdays are pared down to one thing:  the inevitable march toward Middle Age and Beyond. 

We were talking about this the other night, and I expressed how aging doesn’t really bother me; and it doesn’t.  I attribute this to the fact that I’m the most happy I’ve ever been in my life.  I certainly wouldn’t go back to being 21, or (God, help me) 18.  What strikes me is how very quickly these happy years are passing, and I try to find ways of simply slowing them down.  This is, of course, impossible.  But, without going into a long diatribe about America’s (and probably, most of the developed world’s) fascination of being young, hot, and/or sexy at any age, it seems to always be in the forefront of modern American life.  (Sidenote:  I don’t think I want to be “sexy” at 60.  It seems wrong.)  And sometimes I try to fast forward to the day I’m seventy or, God-willing, eighty, and try to imagine how my outlook on this earthly life would be different.  And it would be different.  It shouldn’t be; we’re all supposed to “act like each day were our last,” to use the tired cliche. 

Anyway, I’m rambling.  I think what I’m trying to get at, in my long, convoluted, roundabout, tangential way, is that our time spent on this earth is finite.  We should all be yearning for heaven.  This is something, I confess, I have a hard time doing.  Of course I want to be in heaven someday…just not today.  I’m incredibly content right here, thank you very much. 

I remember asking Fr. Tom about this, and he explained it to me very well.  He said to imagine being a baby in the womb.  That baby is perfectly happy; all his needs are being taken care of.  He is warm, well-fed, comforted, and protected.  If one had a way to ask that baby if he would like to leave his soft, dark, comfortable surroundings for life on the outside, that baby would probably have a really hard time saying yes. (Because he cannot talk, I know, shut-up.)  Leave this great place for a cold, bright, harsh world?  No way.  Of course,  none of us would ever choose to go back to the womb.   

So, that’s a really helpful way for me to think about heaven.  Hopefully I’ll get there someday.

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6 Comments »

  1. Happy 28! After reading “kitchen adventures” it is somewhat difficult to reconcile that to being the happiest you have ever been in your life.

    Perhaps, you should have David start a dairy farm for you to manage, in addition to your existing duties, of course. I can tell you that dairy cows can give you a daily adventure very similar to last week’s fun.

    Remember that in another 28 years, your children will be older than you are now and probably getting their just desserts for the trouble that they are planning to put you through for the next 15 or 20 years. At least, that’s what your mother tells me. 😉

    If you decide to make yourself a cake, perhaps Linus should not be involved. Particularly, if you are thinking of a flourless chocolate cake.

    Comment by Larry — December 9, 2008 @ 9:01 am |Reply

  2. Lindy happy birthday.. If you can say you are the happiest you have ever been at this point in your life then you are essentially in “heaven on earth’ right now..and that, I am sure, is exactly what God planned for you. Here’s hoping your “heaven on earth” lasts for another 60+ years. Your “heaven” will look different as the years pass but still be just as fullfilling. Have a great day. love Helen

    Comment by Helen — December 9, 2008 @ 9:39 am |Reply

  3. Thanks, Helen. (And I’m so so glad to hear you and Marv are okay after your near-accident!)

    Larry, and to further confound you (and me) with this incongruent happiness: Yesterday I found an absurd pleasure in scouring the toilet. Yes, I was elbow-deep in the bowl with pumice stone attacking the hard-water ring with vim, and rather enjoying it. But this probably goes back to my clean-freak nature more than anything. I steal into the bathroom periodically just to peek in the bowl at the transformation. (We just got a hard-water/iron filter. I think it’s going to change my life.)

    Domestic bliss.

    Comment by lindyborer — December 9, 2008 @ 9:55 am |Reply

  4. Happy Birthday Lindy! What is it about cleaning a toilet that can make a person so happy? After cleaning our toilet, I like to proclaim at the top of my voice, “the royal throne is clean!” I am so proud that sometimes I actually think about snapping a picture of it…….hmmm.

    Comment by Brent — December 9, 2008 @ 1:45 pm |Reply

  5. Brent: Yes, a bright, shiny toilet bowl is a beautiful thing; I’m glad others recognize this, as well.

    Now I must ask Leah her secret about getting her husband to clean the toilet…David cannot hardly enter the bathroom in the morning before he’s eaten. And he can’t carry a cup of coffee into the bathroom, either. If one is brought in and set on the sink, it is flagged (a la George Costanza with the book on Seinfeld.)

    Comment by lindyborer — December 9, 2008 @ 3:26 pm |Reply

  6. Happy birthday, Lindy!

    Trust me, the “old” age keeps moving, as in “old is at least ten to fifteen years older than I am now.” So, actually, you’re never really old…

    Your story from Fr. Tom reminded me of a book my kids have called “Angel in the Waters”, about a baby talking to his guardian angel while he’s in the womb. He’s a little confused about what’s about to happen (“She wants you out,” laughs the angel. “Who?” “Mother.” “I thought ‘mother’ was a place…” the baby answers), but the angel promises him that he’ll be with him in the new, big world outside of “mother”, and, someday, that his angel will take him to an even bigger, brighter world past that.

    Comment by politicalhousewyf — December 11, 2008 @ 8:29 pm |Reply


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