When my days seem to meander lazily and the clock slowly ticks, it comes as quite a shock how far my life has come. Was it really so long ago I myself was 13? Apparently.
With one child preparing to enter high school and my baby often reminding me she too is advancing to the junior high group at church in September…I stop, quite sure my face must look blankly back at her with glazed eyes void of comprehension.
How could I possibly be married to a 40 year old man, I asked my husband? He laughed and reminded me that after 21 years together I too am aging. I never pictured myself with an older man, ha ha. Then again when I look in the mirror I never pictured myself IN a middle age woman.
Not that I mind aging. Heck, there is a lot to be said for getting a little wiser each year. I still make my kids laugh and nudge each other (like I don’t see!!) when I pretend to air guitar along with Aerosmith, dance to Alien Ant Farm *be glad you missed that one*, Michael Jackson I am not. The problem is, in my mind I am super limber and fly through the air. Uh, yeah. Then I spent two days physically recovering.
I guess I can believe they are that old after all, after all I have loved living every day along with them.