Throughout the Ages


Age 6: I’ve learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing “Silent Night.”

Age 7: I’ve learned that our dog doesn’t want to eat my broccoli either.

Age 9: I’ve learned that when I wave to people out in the country, they stop what they’re doing and wave back.

Age 12: I’ve learned that just when I get my room the way I like it, Mum makes me clean it up again.

Age 14: I’ve learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try cheering someone else up.

Age 15: I’ve learned that, although it’s hard to admit it, I’m secretly glad my parents are strict with me.

Age 24: I’ve learned that silent company is often more healing than words of advice.

Age 26: I’ve learned that brushing my child’s hair is one of life’s great pleasures.

Age 29: I’ve learned that where ever I go, the world’s worst drivers have followed me there.

Age 39: I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.

Age 42: I’ve learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don’t know how to show it.

Age 44: I’ve learned that you can make someone’s day just by sending them a little note.

Age 46: I’ve learned that the greater a person’s sense of guilt, the greater their need to cast blame on others.

Age 47: I’ve learned that children and grandparents are natural allies.

Age 48: I’ve learned that no matter what happens or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

Age 49: I’ve learned that singing “Amazing Grace” can lift my spirits for hours.

Age 50: I’ve learned that hotel mattresses are better on the side away from the phone.

Age 51: I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

Age 52: I’ve learned that keeping a vegetable garden is worth more than a cabinet full of pills.

Age 53: I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you miss them terribly after they die.

Age 58: I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life.

Age 61: I’ve learned that if you want to do something positive for your children, work on your marriage.

Age 62: I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

Age 64: I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.

Age 65: I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

Age 66: I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with kindness, I usually make the right decision.

Age 72: I’ve learned that everyone can use a prayer.

Age 75: I’ve learned that it pays to believe in miracles. And to tell the truth, I’ve seen several.

Age 82: I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

Age 85: I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch – holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

Age 92: I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

Ageless: Sometimes people just need a little something to make them smile!

28 thoughts on “Ages

  1. This is really great and 99.99% true (so far, as I’m turning 65 this year). I can’t agree with age 46, because I’ve always seemed to think that whatever bad happens, it’s automatically my fault and I live with guilt for it all. Others may say, “It’s so-and-so’s fault”, but I’ve always said, “I’m sure it’s my fault since everything is always my fault”. My mother’s gift to me: Guilt – the gift that keeps on giving…

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  2. This is a wonderful list. At 81, I can relate to every one … and I look forward to relating to the 90-year-old, too. God bless you! I’m going to repost this on my blog tomorrow.

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  3. What a powerful post! All Truth and a great read! “I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.” was probably my favorite. I’m a counselor and found it so true. (especially mean girls who are insecure about themselves. (One can’t build themselves up by tearing others down.) We should primarily care what God thinks of us because He doesn’t make JUNK and we children of the King. Had to pass this along to others. Oh!!! And thank you so much for finding and following my blog – I’m expecting to follow yours as well! Blessings back, ❤

    Thank you for the follow and I look forward finding and reading many more of yours!

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    1. This article was written before the pandemic came about, but hopefully in the not too distant future, it will become relevant again. Thank you for your comment Jo 🙂


      1. I’m optimistic as well. And since I’m more than 30 years away from age 85, I hope I’ll get to hug my friends without fear at that age. 🙂

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      1. You totally missed my point. And yes, if a touch can kill me at 85 when my life expectancy is 95, I’d rather not be hugged. But that’s me. You’re entitled to your opinion, of course.


      2. Nah, it’s more to do with personalty, nature and character. Life isn’t about numbers or candles on cake, but what you did with it.

        While there is always room for improvement, I strive not to be bitter, selfish or morose. Maybe that will change in a couple of years when I am your age. Who knows?

        But if I died tomorrow because I gave someone a helping hand, or showed compassion, I would have no regrets. It’s quality of life, not quantity. There are many medics, half our age and less, dead now so you and I can live.

        If that means I have a different outlook on life than you Jo, then I am proud to accept that. And I hope I never change.

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      3. You don’t even remember the subject of the conversation, do you? We weren’t talking about health workers, we weren’t talking about a helping hand, we were talking about staying away from grandma who is fine, because visiting her and hugging her may kill her. I’m just glad I’m not your grandma. And I hope you’ll never get that horrible fleeting thought: Ooops, I’ve killed grandma!

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      4. Sorry Joe, I disagree. I turn 80 this October and I am sure as hell not going to tell my family or friends: “hey, don’t touch me! ” Back to my first post.

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