The stages of my life

Pho­to by Harp­er Malm­gren at the Per­ot Museum

Because God always takes the long view. Think of how many events in your life seemed “live or die.” I’m being dramatic—I mean just mat­tered so intense­ly at that par­tic­u­lar time in your life. Oh my, the crises I’ve gone through (real or imag­ined, inter­nal or exter­nal) and how they shook me up—I once felt sui­ci­dal because a girl I bare­ly knew didn’t want to go out with me! Cut to the big pic­ture: I call it God’s wis­dom, but you don’t have to. From my cur­rent van­tage point (here and now), all those crises shriv­el up and I under­stand I was being edu­cat­ed. His hand was on me, and I was being steered.

A) Child­hood – I believe that God’s pri­ma­ry inten­tion in our child­hood is to teach us to enjoy life. We see that all the time—how good it is to share hap­pi­ness with the chil­dren in our lives. There is an unpar­al­leled joy in observ­ing a moment of hap­pi­ness shared by par­ent and child. Yes, I’m aware that hor­rors are run­ning ram­pant in the lives of many chil­dren on our planet—refugees, vic­tims of abuse, the poor—clearly this is an obfus­ca­tion of the will of God. God’s inten­tion is to share hap­pi­ness with every human on the plan­et. The tragedy is that if you don’t learn to enjoy life as a child, it is going to be more dif­fi­cult to learn lat­er on…but not impossible.
B) Youth – Ah, cer­tain­ly the most tem­pes­tu­ous, and maybe the most dif­fi­cult, of all my stages. This is when the ego kicks in. I am some­body and I have to make a mark on my world (or not). I watched Books­mart the oth­er night—those two girls were def­i­nite­ly in the youth stage! It seems like youth has the high­est highs and the low­est lows. I love and respect and fre­quent­ly roll my eyes at what we call youth—that’s why I was a high school teacher.
C) Mar­riage and career – Yes, I know, there could be four more stages between B and C, but these are my stages, and youth last­ed a long time. This stage is compacted—the two came fair­ly close togeth­er for me. Even if they don’t, each one requires a full-on com­mit­ment. All of a sud­den, your time is not your own. And you want to suc­ceed in both. Many of us delay one until we get the other—I didn’t go for teacher/writer until I was mar­ried and had a kid. Which brings me to…
D) Chil­dren – We all know this is the gamechang­er. I won’t even go into the impo­si­tion on your time—it is lost and will it ever be recov­ered? But the greater trans­for­ma­tion is on your heart. Your whole per­spec­tive changes. You can nev­er think about your future and just “I” any­more (you could still sneak that in with your wife). And your heart tells you it doesn’t mat­ter. God teach­es us uncon­di­tion­al love by giv­ing us chil­dren. How sad that we are even capa­ble of screw­ing that up!
E) The emp­ty nest – This is a very impor­tant stage—how Karen and I accept­ed, adjust­ed and set­tled into our new envi­ron­ment was a test (we passed, thank God!) of our mar­riage. You have been mar­ried all those years, but you are still so dif­fer­ent in many ways. Your chil­dren, among a tril­lion oth­er things, are also buffers. Of course, they’re not real­ly gone. Many par­ents I know con­tin­ue to have dai­ly con­tact with their chil­dren for the rest of their lives. But the focus of your dai­ly life has to change. There is a tremen­dous sat­is­fac­tion in believ­ing they were ready to leave and con­front this world on their own. There is also a sober­ing but also lib­er­at­ing real­iza­tion that the future you need to con­cen­trate on now is your own.
F) Retire­ment – It makes sense they are known as the gold­en years. Again, an apology—I know there are mil­lions of retired and elder­ly peo­ple who are liv­ing in dis­con­tentive (I made that word up, but it works) cir­cum­stances, and I wish that wasn’t so. Truth is, all the old peo­ple I know have their own take on what their cir­cum­stances are and how con­tent­ed they should be with them. But if you are lucky (I am), retire­ment gives you back some­thing you lost after childhood—time. And, it takes a life­time to learn it, but time is more impor­tant than mon­ey. I some­times tell peo­ple that these could very well be the hap­pi­est years of my life, but I can nev­er explain why.

I go back to my first para­graph: God always takes the long view. I can read over this essay and feel a lit­tle bit like I’ve gone through The Lord of the Rings (grandiose, I know). It has been a jour­ney and a quest. Remem­ber that old bro­mide—stop and smell the ros­es. Won­der­ful advice! Pair that with the apos­tle Paul’s look ahead—now we see dim­ly but then face to face. Damn, it has been a long, strange, won­der­ful trip, and I am look­ing for­ward to get­ting there.

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