Precerpt from Grandma's Ninja Training Diary: From Raw Strength to Strategic Strength
Today, I turned 76. This, then, is the birthday edition of my diary, a birthday wherein I have now reached the line that puts me closer to 80 than to 70. There comes a moment — somewhere between 70 and 80 — when your body taps you on the shoulder and says, “We need to renegotiate the terms of this partnership.” Not because it’s failing. Not because you’re fragile. But because you’ve spent decades doing things most people never attempt: lifting seven children, two gifted and two with multiple birth defects lifting adults lifting wheelchairs lifting lives lifting entire households lifting through crises lifting because no one else could, was willing, or was around For years, raw strength carried me. I could muscle through anything — caregiving, stairs, emergencies, logistics, life. My body was the one thing I could always count on. But lately, I’ve noticed something new. Not weakness — I’m still strong. Not fear — I’m still steady. But a shift. A recalibration. ...