My calendar was once filled
with productive, fun endeavors,
like yoga and art classes.
I read novels and knit sweaters.
But now my days are filled with
a different activity:
schlepping from doctor to doctor,
all over this fair city.
From orthopod to ENT
to my podiatrist.
From primary doc to pain doc
Let's not forget the chiro,
GI and gynecologist.
I know I'm forgetting someone...
So I'm off to the neurologist!
Remember when our calendars were dominated by work-related appointments and car-pooling schedules? Well, times have certainly changed!
I went to hear Lesley Stahl this week at a fundraising event. You know Lesley...she is an accomplished Broadcast Journalist that we are currently most familiar with as a co-anchor of the esteemed
60 Minutes. I assumed her keynote was going to be about world events and her many interviews of heads-of-state. Much to my surprise, it was not. It was about the subject of her new book "Becoming Gramma" wherein she described the most transformational moment of her life: holding her first grandchild in her arms. I enjoyed her presentation, but it reminded me of the subject of this week's blog poem.
Do you remember how you felt that first moment you held your grandchild?