I am now the age my mother was when I first realized how old she was. Old being the relative term.
I was 8 years old and just couldn't get over the fact that she seemed so old. I don't know what made me finally realize how old she was, or what difference it even made. Nonetheless, it is a memory that has stuck with me. It has been creeping back into the forefront of my sub-consciousness as my day of reckoning drew nearer.
I also remember realizing how old my grandparents seemed to me at the time, absolutely ancient. But looking back now, my mom is the same age they were when I was 8. She doesn't seem old. Do my girls think the same way about me, about their grandparents?
Is that the trick with aging? You don't feel it all at once? I feel about the same as I did when I was 22. Minus all the baggage that comes with having kids, and I do mean baggage. And I need to sleep more, even though I don't sleep more.
I don't feel old, I feel good, but the number is starting to betray me. Is this the same way I will feel when I am 56, but just a little more tired?
P.S. I'm only 32. Happy Birthday to me!