"wisdom" is directly proportional to "age"

Sparking all sorts of half thoughts, I have to admit that I cannot quite concretize this analogy for myself.

But I get the gist and when I do, I realize I am losing my knack for problem solving. It took me this long to reach back into my old foster parenting and volunteer homemaker days to offer up things like WIC and social services.

Now that “mothering“ is no longer my primary role, I seem to have temporarily lost touch with those resources and skills that once were as natural as breathing. I have been so focused on myself that others may be suffering.

Part of it is that I am no longer in the thick of things. There are no big eyes sitting across the table from me expecting answers, or help, but that doesn’t mean I can’t offer it anyway.

Maybe I need to write a brochure about, “How To Survive An Unjust World.” It would be for those youngsters who are working their fingers to the bone for just enough to keep them alive. The ones who don’t have time for creative problem solving because they need a few hours of sleep every night before they jump back on the wheel and run like mad to dull the pain and earn a few more scraps.

I just don’t know where to start.