When you get to that age (and you know it when you get there), you have a most important job. A job no one else can do. A job vital to the continuation of the species (well, the family, anyway): the job of Matriarch.
Now, the word “matriarch” sounds very regal, but only because of the respect it implies. As the eldest female in the family – or village – the matriarch holds all the memories and history of the group. She is responsible for teaching the younger members the ethics, morals and manners that will see them through their lives. Only she has the wisdom and patience – gained over time – to see how the little things affect the big things. And that, maybe, the little things are the big things, after all.
Who else can show the innocent how to die? Or, more importantly, how to live, laugh or dance? She knows nothing lasts forever and some things never change. All this she must impart to the up-and-coming matriarchs without being “preachy” or butting in too much. The best way, I’ve found, is by example. It is slow but good and true.
So, all you closet matriarchs, get up out of the rocker! Claim your job title (and your tiara, if needed)! And begin tapping into your wealth of knowledge, experience and wisdom. Do not go to your grave without giving away all you have earned and learned over the years. Remember, it is YOUR job, MY job, ALL of our jobs to teach, educate and enlighten those sweet, little sponges we call our grandchildren.