Let me repeat that. Not only do I not embrace change, I rarely even like it! Makes no difference. Change happens. This is life, not a fairy tale.
The last few days have brought more changes in our life. Don is becoming less and less able to use his rollator in the house. He's having a very hard time accepting the fact that he may be much less mobile in the near future, and I'm not doing much better in the acceptance department. Sometimes I wish I could just go on to Heaven and be finished with all this "junk" down here! That's not the way things happen, though, is it? Unfortunately, we have to deal with what comes our way. I'm encouraged to know that God knew what was coming to our home and to our lives before we did, and He is there to help us through it.
Don't guess I would want things to stay the same forever anyway. I miss our own babies and our baby grands, but it's been wonderful to sit on the sidelines and watch the beautiful people they've become and are becoming. Everything we go through will improve us, if we let it. I'm hoping that I can be teachable. I would love to leave this life a much better person than I've been most of my years.
If changing means becoming better, I think I need to have a whole new perspective. As Patti LaBell (or, as my granddaughter called her, Pat My Belly) sang, I've gotta a New Attitude!