FF: Perspective

One of the biggest lessons of my middle years has been the awareness that perspective influences everything.  For example:

 My seventh grade son fell off his bike near school this week only to be assisted in his recovery by a very pretty and popular eighth grade girl.  I saw that as an opportunity for him.  He saw it as mortification.

I've never liked being a little older than my husband.  I get to every benchmark birthday first and find that to be uncomfortable.  But then Aging Mommy called me  a minor-league cougar.  I LOVE my new label.

I decided to get a second part-time job since full-time jobs are not seeking me out.  The warehouse job sounded great: flexible schedule, lots of work through Christmas, very little cognitive effort, and maybe even a store discount.  Then I read the part about having to climb a 12-foot ladder.

Checkered used to come home and be a little disappointed when my dinner plan involved just pancakes.  Now I find that if I tell him I am determined to spend no money on groceries this week, pancakes sound pretty good to him.

Our daughter's first day of driving was survived by both student and teacher.  She seemed quite surprised that the accelerator didn't have to be pushed all the way down for the car to move.

During those driving hours, she could not find the turn signal.

And those two previous items make me wonder what the driving teacher means when he refers to our daughter as "Killer."

Again perspective: this same daughter tells us that the girl she is taking lessons with would be a "really good driver -- if she could just stay between the lines."

My fifth grade son was very disappointed that his fellow morning announcers at school were all girls.  Then again, he said he is is shopping around since he plans to have a girlfriend next year. So maybe the girl crew is okay.

I heard a sermon recently which, while I agreed in principle, I did not agree with many of examples.  Afterward, my friend called and said, "Wasn't that dynamic?" 

This week my daughter has been asked to Homecoming by three different guys.  All via texting. 

It is, indeed, a new generation.