I’m getting old.
And to those of you who are “older” than I am and are laughing at me and my apparent youth, take a moment and think back to when you realized you weren’t “young” anymore. Maybe you looked in the mirror and realized that skin didn’t quite have that youthful blush anymore, or you looked down toward your toes and noticed that things were starting to sag, maybe you couldn’t see your toes, maybe you found one of those nasty strands of gray hair, and the realization started settling in that you were on the downward slide of old age rather than the upward growth of youth.
Did your spouse remind you that he thought you were still beautiful? Or did he laugh at you and comment that at least he didn’t have to grow old alone?
You are only as old as you feel.
Right. Well, most days I’m somewhere around 29, but every now and then I hit a day or two where I feel like I’m closer to 92. Especially after a string of days where everyone has been sick like this past Christmas vacation. It wasn’t much of a vacation as we were all feeling quite lethargic, coughing all the time, runny noses, fever, lots of naps, medicine, blankets, and some grouchiness. We offset some of the negatives with a few positives like cuddles with mom, puzzles, and movies, and for those feeling a bit better, some sledding and playing in the snow, but we would all like to get out of the house at this point. I think we’ve been stuck here pretty much since Christmas, no church, no shopping, no nothing. Not quite sure I’m ready to expose the world to this just yet, though. Got to hang in a bit longer. We are back to school, but that is a bit of a struggle too as we adjust to the mental work required when our brains still feel a bit fuzzy.
God is good. It could have been worse. It wasn’t a messy kind of sick (other than the house getting disgustingly dirty), it wasn’t the kind of sick that debilitated us and made it impossible to do anything, and strange as it may sound, at least we all got it together (well, mom held out a bit longer). It’s easier to sympathize with each other that way and I hate to think how long this would have drug on if we had gotten it separately. I might not have gotten back to church before spring!
Well, time to get a move on and head for school. Another day is before me and with age comes the wisdom needed to keep going. =)