Sunday, November 15, 2009

As time goes by

Lately, I've been struggling with the concept of time. More specifically, time passing me by. All I have to do is look around and the evidence is clear: I'm getting older. You may think, "Wow, Beth, you come up with that all by yourself? How profound!" I'll admit to being in denial about getting older. I've definitely got the gray hair, extra pounds, and wrinkles to prove that I've gotten older. Hair color is a wonderful thing, and I'm sure I could dig out the "Buns of Steel" vhs out of our entertainment center and work on some of the extra baggage. Oil of Olay Regenerist has been my friend for many years. That's just the outside, though. On the inside, I'm still that smart-alec, snot-nosed, kid who thought she had the world by the tail. Even that phrase dates me...
When I talk to my kids, it becomes apparent that they are patronizing me to a certain degree. I remember doing that to my mother. Karma, it's a killer.
When I catch up with my junior high, high school and college friends on Facebook, I find that so many are in-laws and grandparents. How can that be? We aren't old enough to have kids that age, are we? (The Legal Adult can take his sweet time about making me a grandmother. I'd prefer he got some of his goals accomplished first.) I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't really feel any different than I did way back when. Inside my head, I'm am still trying to learn things, and keep up with what's going on in the world. Maybe that, and having a six year old, will help keep me young. At least on the inside.......

5 comments:

Mary said...

I hear ya. When a young clerk calls me 'maam' it sure is a wakeup call to me cause I still think of myself as that young or almost. I certainly don't think of myself as a 'maam'!

Debra said...

I've had to get used to being called Ma'am too and it's a tough one.

There are plenty of days when I think the world is moving too fast for me. Being on Facebook will do that to you. Unfortunately.

GARI said...

I remember when I was in my 20s, many years ago, when I glanced in a mirror and saw my grandmother. We really do look a lot alike but I had never seen it. Over the years since then the resemblence is greater but what I realize is that I am surprised that I look older when I still feel much the same as I did in my 20s. But smarter.

Deborah said...

Beth, the other day I realized I still felt inside like a 16 year old only better - fewer hangups and cares. I keep wondering if my parents felt this way as they got older, the slightly off balance sensation of knowing you're getting older, but still feeling like a youngster. I kind of like it!

Beth said...

Thanks to all of you for your helpful thoughts. I am grateful.