Morning Muse 91 : When I Am an Old Lady
Life always comes full circle. The mischief of childhood often returns in old age—reminding us that caring for the elderly is not a burden but a blessing, a chance to return the love and patience once received.
10/1/20251 min read
When I’m an old lady, I imagine myself living with my children, giving back the same joy they once gave me—though perhaps in my own mischievous way.
I’ll scribble bright colours on the walls, bounce on the furniture with my shoes still on, and drink straight from the carton before leaving it on the counter. Maybe I’ll even clog the toilets—oh, how they’ll shout!
When they’re busy on the phone, I’ll sneak into the sugar and bleach, hide under the bed when they scold me, and giggle quietly to myself. At dinner, I’ll refuse my vegetables, spill milk on the table, and run away laughing when they get upset.
I’ll sit too close to the television, switch channels endlessly, cross my eyes just to see if they’ll stick, toss a sock into some hidden corner, and play in the mud like a carefree child until the day ends.
And when night finally comes, I’ll lie back in bed, whisper a prayer of gratitude, and drift to sleep. My children, watching me with exasperation softening into affection, will smile and groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping.”