The "Old" Days?

So living with your grown kids lends itself to telling stories from the "old days" and how things "used to be." Funny, I don't think of the 60s, 70s and 80s as the "old days" let alone a source for lessons we can remember, let alone care to share. Let's see..."I walked 3 blocks to school in the rain when I was your age"...that just doesn't fly. What a dollar bought is always a classic but the current grim economy muddies the story with the billions that seem to be leaking from our very pockets. So do we have stories from the 60s and 70s that don't sound tired and are accompanied by soft violins? You betcha! And the accompanyment is loud Hendrix guitar. We have stories from the 60s that would curl your hair (if you have hair). How about the one about the metaphysical aspects of full body painting. Or then there is the one about putting a new spin on screen printing by inking motorcycle tire treads and rolling them over tee shirts (shirts on or off, I can't remember ;-) So, maybe stories from the "old days" aren't such a good idea. Surely stories about the books that changed our lives....hmmm The Joy of Sex, Our Bodies Ourselves, Catcher in the Rye, Siddartha...all these are conversation stoppers; although guarateed attention getters with the grandkids. Not so sure we want to open that can of worms either. Better we rely on the wisdom of our therpists who saved our very soul and brain cells that survived. Remember the mantras...Stay in the now. Just Be. Each day is a new story, she says with her pink glasses on. Isn't it a wondrous thing to actually like our kid(s). Not just love as in mother love, but like; as in respect, learn from, be inspired to do new things by and have an adult conversation with. Truly a rich and joyful experience. And if your experience includes a whole other layer of joy in raising grandkids, my hat is off to you. Next post is dedicated to you. I hope you'll share your story.