We are coming into the age of the grandmother. Oma. Abuela. Nona. Nanna. Tóta. Mémère. Grandmother Moon. Soon (Lord willing' and the creek don't rise), a grandmother will be elected President of the United States.
Being an elementary teacher by calling, I tend to take things back to the elements. Grandmothers are the mothers to the mothers. How abundantly powerful is that role.
While I'm not officially a grandmother I am grandmotherly in age and disposition. Here are some things I think are worthy of consideration:
Be gentle with yourself.
Brush your teeth. Eat good food. Move around. Read. Sleep. (Remember the alarm clock? Start using it instead of your phone.) Scatter joy. Diffuse love. And gather those two for yourself. Do things now that your future self will thank you for. And when you're thanking your past self, do it out loud. Always watch what your hands are doing. Take solace in your limitations. And in your gifts. Keep your ass behind you. And keep peace, peace above you, below you, to your right, to your left, and all around you.It's good for the world that you are here.