I thought this month about being my age. Mostly I am ok with it. But this week the reality of how quickly the next 20 years will come and go hit a nerve. Of course my nerves seem a tad rawer lately.
This summer when I tried to pull myself out of the pool… it was more like a beached whale rolling on the deck.
I don’t want to pull my knees up and land on them! Refer to raw nerves in earlier comments.
Climbing my stairs, I am winded after 5… stairs. I am also winded after 5 p.m. and 5 a.m. You are thinking… 5 a.m. you are sleeping. My advice? Stop thinking. It shows your age.
I watched some kids jump down from a stage tonight and run through the audience and dance. Then they jumped back onto the stage. I managed to flex a muscle. I smiled… because I imagined another beached whale scenario without the weightless water to assist. Not a pretty site…amusing, but definitely not pretty.
Being my age. Not sure when that happened, but definitely can feel it! 20 years left. More or less. 20 christmas’, 20 birthdays. I can’t really remember what happened during the last 20.
I know I have these 4 pretty fun people that call me Mom. They like to tell stories of my mothering. I don’t always find the stories amusing or accurate, but they do. Why did I take mothering so seriously? Rather egomaniacal. I actually believed that their actions were a reflection on me. HA! No more than my actions should embarrass them! Okay, I do embarrass them. It’s a gift that keeps on giving.
What I know right now and will forget in just a minute is that I really want to make the next 20 years worth remembering.
What I believe is that grandbabies would help.
