No Cure for Aging? Don’t Despair; You’re not Sick!

IMG_2813Dear Reader:

Does it bother any of you, like it does me sometimes, to watch the beauty cable channels (early in the morning if you can’t sleep) and realize that every other word coming out of the sales ladies’ mouths  is referencing a “cure” for this or a “cure” for that aging problem.

Now I am all for “cures“….I have experienced first hand, up-close and personal how medical cures can enhance and extend our lives….What has literally kept me hanging around has been new medical drugs that have ‘hit the market’ in time to help me at different, critical stages…while fighting “little c.”

And don’t get me wrong….I am not crusading for natural aging with no cosmetic “tweaks” (unless that is your preference) to level the playing field a little. After all you readers witnessed the “Boo” au natural following my eye surgery last week with no make-up! *There should have been a warning to turn away quickly.

(By the way Mollie, has my (super-duper) under eye concealer cream come in, yet?) The mirror is telling me I need it.

I’m simply saying that aging should not be looked upon as a disease. Something that needs a cure. It is just life…the way God planned it. There is no doubt, in my mind, that our Creator doesn’t see us growing older physically, He is more interested in how our soul is aging more beautifully spiritually.

Small children don’t distinguish beauty and age. Even, as a child, I loved looking into the eyes of older individuals like grandparents and great aunts and uncles…because there was a different glow in their beautiful eyes….one of knowledge, experience, and understanding that younger adults didn’t have…in their hectic daily lives. A sense of peace and serenity. Children see this quite plainly.

FullSizeRenderI told Mandy a few weeks ago that while Eva Cate and I were lying in bed one night discussing life as only a 66 and 6 year-old can do….she suddenly stopped and said, “Boo Boo….I want to be like you when I get old… (there was a long pause while I snickered quietly in the darkness) and then I heard the last word … “beautiful.”  A heart-melter and thank goodness there is no cure for that either.

IMG_0532 (1)Rutledge will run up to me when I pull in the driveway and grab me around my knees hugging me as tightly as he can and say quite often….“You’re Boo-tiful Boo Boo…I love you.”

 

 (If I don’t live much longer it won’t be because of “little c”….it will be because my heart melted completely away. What a way to go!)

 

Jakie and Lachlan are just now getting the “Boo Boo” greeting down verbally. No pressure boys…but listen to your older siblings’ Boo Boo greetings and follow suit.

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*It is the only time I hear I am “boo-ti-ful” and sadly little boys and girls grow up too quickly and their vision becomes more physical than spiritual. Time is limited on unconditional beauty in the eyes of little children. (They become teenagers…Aah!)

So until tomorrow….Let the sunshine in, along with peace, serenity, and love…and live life as only a child can do…basking in the warmth of God’s love with no fear of tomorrow.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

  • FullSizeRenderAnne came over for supper after we finished up at the DSS parking lot and some of her experiences aligned perfectly with our blog “theme” today……little children see love perfectly, but so can adults… anyone can appreciate beauty and kindness with only a cookie and bottle of water.
  • (Anne) “The thank you’s at DSS started with the very first car that rumbled up to me as I held out water and a cookie. The frazzled occupant barely stopped (not sure the car had brakes, definitely no air conditioning.) The occupant grabbed the goodies and sped off saying “You is AWESOME!”
  • “One of the last cars couldn’t believe we were handing out FREE water and cookies and said something like “I am absolutely in love with you.” (His wife and kids didn’t seem to mind…they were too busy eating cookies.”

Look how my garden grows….Anne took some snapshots of me next to my tall long leaf  sunflowers and confederate rose.

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Anne and I strung some “moon lights” on the magic moon gate and then I turned on the lights around the fountain….my own night garden!

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to No Cure for Aging? Don’t Despair; You’re not Sick!

  1. Honey Burrell says:

    You are beautiful my friend. Yes, beautiful inside and out. Perhaps it’s one’s spirit that is the true source of beauty. You got it “Boo Boo!!” Have a bootiful day😃😃😃

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  2. Becky Dingle says:

    You have a “bootiful” day too and it is the spirit within that glows out….God is bootiful!

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