Time Passages
Since the birth of my first grandbaby, affectionately known as “Muffin”, I keep looking in the mirror to see if I can recognize that old lady in the mirror and think of her as a GRANDMOTHER. It boggles my mind you see, because in my head I am nineteen and not one minute older, I don’t see the need for anti wrinkle eye cream because the face I see is still youthful and smooth.
Then I’ll see a picture and think, wow, is that what I really look like? A touch of gray, a few wrinkles around the eyes, hair in places it never grew before, even as it vacates other places best left unmentioned. I don’t feel bad about my appearance, what I’m really starting to wig out over is how the years have flown by. How does that happen so fast? I guess I should spend less worrying about HOW it happened and take a look at what is GOING to happen. You know, look forward rather than behind. Although, looking back and learning from your mistakes has some merit, right?
Just don’t get stuck there.
hehehe.Were you listening to my sister and I chat? We were having a coffee,I was trying to remember a certain person..(a sign in itself,eh?).. So I start off with..”you know who I mean,sorta fat,late fifties maybe,grey hair.” Without so much as blinking an eyelid,she says,”oh,just like you” WTF!!!! I spluttered my coffee down my clean shirt.Who me??? Am i really that old? Sad to say,the reply was a resounding yes! Somewhere in the recesses of my mind,I still think I am about 30,and my parents 50-ish,when they are actually 82. And as for photos,UGH forget it.
Omg, sparrow! I think if my sister said that I’d have to put the smackdown on her ass. Heh.
We are YOUNG GIRLS. I don’t understand why other people don’t see it.