When AGMA’s brilliant and witty progeny were growing up, they had very little contact with both sets of grandparents.
Not such a bad thing considering my in-laws and my dad were crazy. Sort of. My step-mother was wonderful, but she kinda had be in the line with what my dad wanted.
One set of grands lived in Arizona. Then New York. Then Kentucky. Then Tennessee. Then North Carolina. Then back to Arizona. True Amurkin’ gypsies.
AGMA could understand the infrequent visits from Arizona and New York. But North Carolina and Tennessee were within a pretty easy day’s drive from Cincinnati, where we lived. And Kentucky was right next door.
But still, their visits were few and far between. Again, not such a bad thing for a myriad of reasons, but I know the kids would have liked to have seen them more often.
But they were busy doing other stuff. They didn’t have the time.
My dad and step-mother always lived close – within a 4 hour drive. But they rarely visited. We always had to bring the kids to them.
But they were busy doing other stuff. My dad said that they just didn’t have the time.
I thought it was odd at the time. I mean, they seemed to always find the time to go other places. But never to see their grandchildren.
Now that AGMA’s a Nana herself, it’s beyond comprehension to me.
But it was all about priorities.
I understood on some level that building a relationship with their grandchildren was not very important to them. Or at least not as important as other things in their lives. Not important enough to spend the $$, time and energy on.
And that’s actually a great way to define priorities.
Where you spend the most of your time, $$ and energy?
AGMA is struggling with my priorities right now. Time, $$ and energy is too damned limited these days!
High on my list are the MAGITW (most adorable grandchildren in the world). Hubs and I travel to Chicago frequently; lately it’s been once every 4 to 6 weeks. AGMA’s in Nana heaven.
Another biggie is travel. After taking some big trips overseas when AGMA was a young woman, my travel bug had to go underground for most of my adult life until we had the time and the means again. That didn’t happen until about 2010.
Ya’ll know I love me my travel adventures!
Running is another priority. More than just the physical aspect and the health benefits, it enriches my life emotionally and spiritually. Plus AGMA can eat and drink a lot more yummy stuff when she’s training and it doesn’t immediately plant itself on my midsection and thighs.
Maintaining extended family relationships is another priority. It takes time and energy and in some cases $$ to do that. I’ve been very intentional at building relationships with my nieces as adults, their spouses and their kids over the last 12 years. And it’s worked! My great niece and nephews pretty much adore their crazy great aunt AGMA. And my nieces are more like girlfriends.
But since AGMA grand babies have made their appearances, my visits to said nieces & families have been scaled back.
And maintaining relationships with friends. That’s important too. “Friendships are like gardens – they need to be tended or they get overgrown with the weeds of neglect.” That’s not an AGMA original – I think I read it somewhere…
But it’s true.
AGMA’s new role as an activist is important too. There is SO MUCH to be done on the local, state and Federal level. There are phone calls to be made, postcards to write, $$ to donate, social media posts begging to be read and re-posted.
Oh, and I’m still working part-time as a therapeutic massage therapist so obviously my clients are a priority. They have to be if AGMA wants to keep earning the big bucks (sputter, laugh, choke!)
And AGMA, my blog. That’s a priority for me. Most of the time. I try to set aside the time each week to blog, but it doesn’t always work with my travel and work schedule.
Which brings me to the origin of this post…
Frustration. It’s been weeks since I’ve made reading your wonderful WordPress posts a priority. And I hate that. I tried catching up today with some of you but the volume was so overwhelming that I quit. Ya’ll are great writers and I hate that I can’t read everything you write, but…
I only have so much WordPress time today. And I need to respond to comments and write a post.
I know I waste time. AGMA’s at that point in her life where my candle burns down pretty fast as the day goes by, and by the time evening comes, I’m spent. So I just fiddly fart around and don’t get anything of substance done after about 7 PM.
There’s a glimmer of hope though.
I’ve rousted my bottom out of bed earlier than normal the past two mornings to do Centering Prayer. AGMA used to do this on a daily basis and it was important to me. But it got pushed out by running and travel and work and family and ___________(fill in the blank). It hasn’t been a priority for me of a while. And I’ve missed it. I’ve missed the insight it gives me about myself and the world. I’ve missed the peace and calm that washes over me when I spend some time with the great I AM, the Lover of my soul.
I can’t figure out how to make everything “fit” into my life, but I think I might be on the right track again.
Two days and counting…