How can I tell if I am young or old?  To my children I am old.  These cute kids were discussing how old their parents are, and one of the younger ones insisted I was at least 90.  So to them, I am old.  When I talk to my grandmother, who is 87, she will tell me I don't know what being old means.  And if I think my body feels stiff and tired now, just wait a few more decades and I will really know what being old feels like. She would say she is old, and I am not old, yet.  I am past the age my mother was when I got married.  I thought of her as getting up there in age.  I was getting married so that would make her practically a grandmother.  Isn't that old?
     Here's the thing...In my head I swear I am just 18.  I can feel insecure, unsure, and unprepared.  I don't have all the answers.  I can't fix everything.  I am still so young and have so much to learn.  Can I please look to someone older and feel the reassurance that everything will be fine?  I want to still be pretty and energetic.  And I love feeling in love.  I want to have all the possibilities that life can offer me just ahead and around the corner.  And I want to be able to do or be anything I want, because I am young and invincible.  Oh the power of youth!
     Then I check the reality of the time line.  I am in the middle.  I look back and wonder about the "could have beens" and the "what has beens".  I look forward and realize that the middle is just that...the middle not the end!  I may not have  world recognized accomplishments, but have lived, breathed air, birthed children, acted respectably, managed a home, and most of all kept from drowning in all that life washes over me.  I am alive and well.  And I get to decide that the middle is a good place to be, looking backwards and forwards with the maturity of a little life lived and also still remembering the passion of youth.  I can take a deep breath and keep living. 
     Well, short skirts are out thanks to varicose veins.  I think 10 pm is the new midnight.  But I can still keep up with the best of you.  I can text and twitter and lol at your jokes. Life is good at any age.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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