Pendulum of posterity, quite a phrase which could be interpreted many ways. I tried to Google a pic of a child swinging on a pendulum with no luck. That would be my take with this prompt.
The idea that you are the pendulum and the base and however you swing will affect your offspring is rather daunting. I didn’t think of it that way when I was pregnant at 19. I remember walking out of the doctor’s office with a huge smile on my face to tell my husband the news. I was looking forward to a baby to love.
Fast forward to two more children, working, wifing, mothering, and doing the best I could, hoping, but thinking too, I was doing the right thing.
Parenting is a huge undertaking and responsibility. And as it’s been said, does not come with a guidebook. Oh, you’re thinking Dr. Spock? Let me just say, he never gave birth.
Then time continues, you hope you did well. . .tried not to, but inevitably did, make some of the same mistakes your parents did.
Move on to the pendulum swinging so far to the right at that time, you’re just about ready to relax, and whoosh…grandchildren. Now this is the looked forward to, surprisingly good part, no actual responsibility unless you choose, which I did, and thankful to be able to.
I have to intercept to say I’ve never felt an overwhelming love as I do for my grandchildren. And I didn’t think I could love anyone more than my own children. Don’t take that the wrong way, I have plenty of love to go around, it’s just different with grandchildren.
Anyone understand what I’m trying to say? Perhaps it’s this; I have the luxury of not being the one worrying if they don’t come home on time, or school visits after report cards, or making sure they do homework. What I do get to do is listen, observe, give advice if asked, help when needed, and admire how my kids parent; stay close, but not so close as to interfere. They are so much better parents than I was.
I was talking with my granddaughter’s boyfriend whom I like very much, and we joke a lot. We were discussing last names and what they mean etc. Suddenly he said, they are your legacy. I said what? I don’t have a legacy! He said yes, this family is your legacy. Weird as I never thought about it like that and he being 24 and having vast knowledge about anything, surprised me. He doesn’t like his last name, and I said I doubt many do. That led to the legacy topic. Interesting, as conversations with him always are.
When I saw this prompt, I thought that’s what he meant. And the idea of you being the one at the top of a pendulum dangling your influence as you may or may not do…is dang scary!