Hello fellow adventurers of life’s golden years! Allow me to introduce myself: I’m Raelene Thornton

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Banning, CA
Greetings, dear readers, and prepare yourself for a hearty chuckle as you step into “Life’s Golden Years; My observations of retirement community living.” I’m Raelene Thornton Kretchman, your resident observer as we set sail through the tranquil waters of retirement living, After decades of grooving to the corporate beat in bustling America, retirement has whisked me away on a new adventure-one brining with camaraderie, contemplation, and indomitable spirit of community living. Who would’ve thought this aging hippie would swap tie-dye for tranquility. This blog isn’t just a window; it’s a magnifying glass into the world of retirement straight from the heart of a senior community. Whether you’re on the precipice of retirement, luxuriating in these golden years, or merely curious about the quirks of retirement in a senior community, you’ve stumbled upon your digital sanctuary. Welcome.

Sunday, May 12, 2024

The Evolution of Mom: From Band-Aids to Grandkids and All the Mayhem in Between!

 

The Not so scientific definition of Mom: The dictionary tries its best, defining a "mother" with all the warmth of a medical textbook: a female parent, a woman who gives birth, raises a child, or donates her eggs. Thanks for the romance, Webster!

To me, a mother is someone blessed with the superpower of raising tiny humans—whether they spring from her loins or dance into her life some other way. I've got a son and a daughter, and there’s a bittersweet saying that goes, "A daughter is a daughter for life, a son is a son until he takes a wife." It sounds cynical, but as they morph from your mini-mes into full-fledged adults, it really feels that way.

The Selective Memory of Motherhood: I remember when my kids were just rugrats—crawling, walking, talking, and eventually pedaling into the sunset without training wheels. Letting them leave the nest was like sending my heart through a paper shredder.

Every mom develops a sixth sense, but did you know we also get an automatic filter that spares us from half the mischief our kids get into? It's a godsend. Imagine if we knew everything. The horror. Just knowing the half-truths about their growing up adventures is enough to give me more gray hairs (if thats possible).

Time Flies when you’re losing sleep: Now, in a blink, they’re all grown up and bringing up their own little chaos agents. I've graduated to a grandmother and a great-grandmother, which basically means I've earned a PhD in nostalgia. And just recently, I swelled with pride at a college graduation, marveling at how my daughter and son-in-law are nailing this parenting gig.

Being a grandmother is a whole new ball game. It's love without the heavy lifting—pure, undiluted joy with none of the disciplinary jazz. I mean, can grandparents even see imperfections in their grandkids? Spoiler: Nope, they’re flawless.

A Salute to Moms everywhere:  As we toast mothers today, let’s remember the many hats they wear: healer, listener, mentor, teacher, and the relentless architect of our future neuroses. Cheers to you, Mom, for the never-ending gift of love. Your heart might be tired, but it's never empty!