As I’ve gotten older, the urgency has grown to collect my parent’s stories as a legacy for my own children. Yet while my thoughts have been drawn to history, it’s become obvious that my parents thoughts, goals and desires are most focused on their futures, on being alive and the years of life yet to come. Their concerns are about happiness and health, of living enriched lives, full of love, hope, community and family. Legacy may not be irrelevant, but it’s not a priority.
In becoming a parent, I’ve found myself regularly reminded of the circle of life. When I look at my girls, I am so conscious of their futures, yet to be carved in stone. I look at my parents and remember they were also once children, with a future waiting to be created, who grew into adults with hopes and dreams for their own children, for me, their first born. And when I look back at photos of my own childhood, I am reminded, yet again, of the circle of life.
Sometimes I regret the paths I’ve walked on and those I avoided, or let pass me by. Yet I remind myself that every experience in my collective personal history has made me who I am. They are part of my legacy which I hope has adequately prepared me to guide my girls into their futures.
However, like my parents, my story isn’t over either. I may have seen several decades already, yet I often need to remind myself that it’s never too late to keep shaping my future, my legacy. It’s never too late for anyone.
“A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.” – John Barrymore
“We cannot start over. But we can begin now and make a new ending.” – Zig Ziglar
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” – C. S. Lewis
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