AGING

We are all aging….every second, minute, hour, day, week, month and year….we can’t stop the aging train. It just keeps motoring down the track.

Things definitely change as we go through the aging process, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Our bodies don’t work quite as they did when we were in our youth. We have more aches and pains. We may have need for more appointments such as for eyeglasses, maybe hearing aids, possibly chiropractors, physiotherapists, dental specialists and the list goes on. We definitely gain more wisdom and strength of character. We are emotionally stronger and better able to cope with the ups and downs life serves us.

My beautiful Mom, who will be turning 90 this May, still lives in her own home, drives her car around town to do her weekly errands, goes to the gym for exercise etc. She, like all of us, is riding that “aging train”. She continues to live a long and experienced life. My siblings and I are all very grateful that we still get to enjoy her love and companionship only Mom’s can provide.

Often, my Mom shares words of wisdom that come from living many years and experiencing all that life serves up. Recently, Mom shared the following “short story” on aging. I will share it with you now.

As I have aged, I’ve become kinder to myself and less critical of myself. I’ve become my own friend. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on my iPad until 4:00 a.m. or sleep until noon. I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s and 70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, so be it.

I will walk the beach in a bathing suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the people on the beach. They, too, will get old.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. I know I’m sometimes forgetful, but there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one or when a child suffers, or even when someone’s beloved pet is hit by a car. But broken hearts are what gives us strength, understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of imperfection.

I am blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn gray and to have youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older it is easier to be positive. You care less about what others think. I don’t question myself anymore. I’ve earned the right to be wrong.

So to answer a question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I’ve become. I’m not going to live forever but while I’m here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been or worrying about what will be.

I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

Age is an issue of mind over matter…..if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

So if someone questions you for being old, tell them I’m not old. I’ve just been young for a very long time!”

I think these words of wisdom make perfect sense. Don’t you?

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