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February 18, 2014: Spencer Fair (my mother's musings)
Contributed by Mary (Pick) Wagner
Everyone loved the Clay County Fair and our
kids were no exception. This photo helped capture the fond memories of that
afternoon. Mark remembers Rich driving and Kathy taking the picture, and the
fair being fun and thinking it was huge; Matt recalls Rich really liking the silver White tractors with CAT
engines; Kathy bought incense and polished rocks for Sandy who was feeling
special to have an aunt and uncle take them to the fair.
But there’s more to this story. Unknowingly, my mother scared the daylights
out of me when she left a message at the Omaha NE motel where Jim & I were
staying for the weekend, to call her. Much
to their liking, our kids were staying on the Pick grandparent’s farm on Sunday
and in town with the Wagner grandparents on Monday. Always in good hands with never a worry, I
thought to myself “This can’t be good.” Mom, sensing anxiety in my voice,
reassured me nothing was wrong; she only wanted our permission for Richard and
Kathy (my brother and sister) to take “the children” to the Spencer Fair that
afternoon. It was a good day indeed.
So Baby has graduated. Yes, it is true. The last Lane boy birdie to leave the nest. And the weekend has been nothing short of a whirlwind of events, from baccalaureate to party to commencement. All in about a 24 hour span.
After we closed the final night of festivities with a celebratory beer and wings with our extended clan, I finally laid in our comfy bed ready for some well needed rest. Carefully reflecting on our weekend of chaos in our soft quiet, Garrett asked how I felt. He knew how much I was looking forward to this milestone for Grant and for me.
"What was your favorite part of the weekend?" he asked.
Without hesitation, I knew my answer.
"Definitely the setting up for the party with Scott, Kat, and the boys. That was definitely the best."
Garrett probed further, as I am sure he thought the beer and exhaustion had an undue influence on me.
"Really? How so?"
As we lay in the dark, I went on to relive the 2 hours of chaos in our home before our 15…
I vividly remember being asked as a child to describe what I hoped to have accomplished by age fifty. This thought was inconceivable to my young mind.
"Fifty? That's ancient!" or something close to that was my roadblock to answering this question. So I answered with the stereotypical; married with children and grandchildren, living in a comfy home and....knitting by the fire??
But here I am almost to this milestone. The big one. So what are my thoughts now with my more mature forty-nine-year-old mind?
"I made it!!!!! YES!"
Yep, I'm thrilled. I can truly say that I have never dreaded a birthday or wished to be young again. Every wrinkle is earned and with every new ache, a reminder to enjoy the good health I have today. Reversal is not an option.
A wise person once told me that getting older was much better than the alternative. I have always held this thought close to heart. Every day really is a blessing.
This birthday will be celebrated taking in the bea…
I cried. I cried really hard. The ugly kind where my face scrunched up as I wailed like an inconsolable toddler.
It was as Garrett and I sat down to dinner a week ago. My brother, Matt, had left the day before to begin his new life in Arizona. It was a few days before that when my dear friend, Angelique, moved to North Dakota to start the new chapter of her life.
The hard realization was setting in that I was just weeks away from Grant moving to Colorado and life never feeling the same to me. My impending empty nest was feeling like an empty heart. So many emotions over so many changes. And although all these changes are good things, great things really, I still cried.
"What do I have to be sad about?" I continued to ask myself as I fought the tears away while making dinner. But I didn't win the fight. With my loving, sweet husband sitting across from me at the dinner table and asking the simple question,"How was your day?", I bur…