This getting wiser as one gets older is a bit of a challenge. Don’t get me wrong: wiser is good. But I find myself sometimes thinking of the past with all the hurt that goes with growing up. I still wish I had hugged my grandparents more. I really wish I had told my children I loved them more often. I’ve mentioned this to cousins and they may or may not have missed the hugs and affection.
There is more to it, of course. Families are full of agonies and angst. Families are about love and hate and all those gritty, unmentionable emotions like lust and greed. Families are perfect for a writer to explore and write about. As a matter of fact, most works of fiction have a family somewhere in their pages. No matter what genre of fiction you choose, families are there.
So,
getting wiser took far too long for me. I wish I’d listened to my grandparents:)