When I grow old, I want to be like Aunt Olga from the Just Call Me Angel series. I want to appreciate each day, have a positive outlook and a spunky demeanor. I want to make people smile with my silliness or whimsical wit. Sure, Olga can be an eavesdropping, mis-match-making, Taser toting nuisance at times; but she’s always there for Angel. That’s the solid sort of woman I want to become, especially for my children.
I might be over-zealous, explosive and downright difficult to handle, but my loyalty and devotion will never be in question. I want my loved ones to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m “in”… that I’m down with it, hip to it, up for it, in the mix, got a grip, rockin’, rollin’, willing and ready to participate in whatever life brings.
Whether armed with Tasers, lasers or phasers, I want my family to know I’ve got their back; that there’s nothing in this world we can’t work through and walk through together.