Wednesday, January 31, 2018

In your face!

Damn you Mirror!  That's not what I look like in my head! - minion
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My mirror never tells falsehoods supposedly, dang it.  No matter what it proclaims, I call it a liar.

This past Christmas my children (ages 42, 39, and 37) were here to celebrate our 45th (that is forty-fifth) anniversary.  My birthday was also at that time and we all were together to honor this matriarch who brought them into this world.

Sixty-six (that is 66) years of living is difficult to comprehend.

I still look kinda like a 35 (that is thirty-five) year old in my own mind.  Here is our community of 55+, we ARE the kids, because we are surrounded by those in their 80s and 90s.  I look young.  More than that, I think young.

Our grand-daughters are 11.5 and 13 years old.  I hang out with them and I love every minute of it.

One girl at a time, we attack the mall and cruise around stores, like Hot Topics and Lunchbox.  We also check out the earrings in Claire's and then the hot shoes in Macy's. There are other places, but their selections are slutty and cheap.  We hold them up and laugh at them.

Our first stop is always at Starbucks, always.  That is the only place where I treat them.  They bring their own money, and are careful in their purchases.

We get photos taken in the kiosk where it now costs $5 (!) for strips of photos.  We are goofy, select crazy themes, giggle at each other, and share the prints.

Then, on another day, the second girl heads there with me, and we head all around.  We may go to the same places, but those hold totally different experiences.

What is the best thing is that they talk with me, tell me stuff, just like I am almost one of them. And I share my own stuff with them.  Tell them stories of my own teen years and family, passing part of me down to them.  Most of the time they listen.

Part of it is that I move just a little closer to their tween world, am allowed to peek into their experiences, learn more about these years of their lives, and have latched onto their language and most of their idioms. Their enthusiasm becomes mine, their youthful mannerisms are reflected in me.

How can the mirror lie so blatantly?  Doesn't it know?

Sunshine (11.5 years), Grandma (66 years), and Bright Eyes (13 years)
Worth every year.


P.S.  Sometimes when the phone rings and I answer it (usually it is the doctor office), the voice at the other end always verifies my age. How old did you say?  Really? Let me check your birthdate. Yes, you are that age.  You sound so young.... This is not true, just a wish of mine. I am a liar. Sigh.






28 comments:

  1. You're only as old as you feel. Plus you don't look like a grandmother.
    People think I'm in my thirties. I just don't tell them that I get mail from AARP.

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    1. Seriously, Alex, after following you and reading your posts, I thought you were about 30s.

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  2. My father had a very young voice.....at 83 he still sounded like a young man. I too have a young voice I am told but, as in your case, the mirror tells me the truth. Inside this decaying living tomb lives a 21 year old vixen.

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  3. Hanging out with young people can make you feel young. Or very, very old. It depends on the kids, I think.

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    1. Ah, yes. Hanging out with surly teens could make anyone feel ancient, exhausted.

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  4. My stylist overrode my instructions years ago. "Quit cutting it so old! We'll do young." I look in the mirror and still feel old, but she says I look young, and so I shall be.

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    1. We must always hang onto those young years in one way or another. Wise stylist.

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  5. Hanging out with the grand kiddos sure is the way to stay young indeed.

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    1. We always have a great time. My photo below is of their dog licking cake icing off my nose, following us three having a baking marathon.

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  6. Cute girls! I'm jealous as mine live so far away it's a big deal to see and spend time with them. My mirror is a liar too. I'm actually much younger than that creature who looks back at me every day!

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    1. Right! Stupid mirror.

      Distance is hard. Felt that same way when my parents lived in Illinois, and our children were in California.

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  7. Re. closing photo: Great looking kids, all three of them.

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    1. Thanks, Geo. We make a great team, the 3 of us.

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  8. I'm heading towards 66 myself, but don't spend much time with my grand daughters. One is about to move to another city for a study course, she is 24 and the other, aged 13 1/2, has a crazy (truly, psycho) jealous mother who doesn't like her children loving anyone but her, so I rarely see that girl.

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    1. I am so sorry that mother has denied you of this experience. She is truly jealous and feels threatened by anyone who could outshine her own love.

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  9. Your trips to the mall with your granddaughters sound like so much fun. It makes me miss the shopping trips with my grandmother.

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    1. Those trips will be remember, I hope. My own trips with my grandmother always stand out as the most important part of that period of life.

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  10. I'm pretty sure that my mirrors are all malfunctioning.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  11. People sometimes think I am grandma to my youngest son...especially true if we are out with my granddaughter who calls me 'Grandma Rosey,' lolol. That's okay. I don't mind aging, not one bit, as long as my health is good, and hurrah it is (knock on wood). Glad you get to have these fabulous times one-on-one times with your granddaughters!

    P.S. At this point, half way through the school year, I have come to absolutely LOVE my job. I'm sure you understand. :)

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    1. So happy to know teaching is giving you joy!

      You look great (at least in my mind)! Your profile photo shows a wonderful mom and grandma.

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  12. Dear Susan, I so enjoyed this posting. Thank you for it and for saying what many of us feel--that we may be 66 or 70 or--81, which is what I am--but we still think young and our inner picture of ourself is young. (I think of myself as 42--which was a very good year as Frank Sinatra would say!)

    It's wonderful that your two granddaughters love and enjoy you so much. What a gift that must be. Peace.

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    1. 42 was a great year, I agree. I am blessed to have my gr-kids.

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  14. 45 years... wow! we're at 31. and born around Christmas? cool. so was i.

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    1. My b-day is Dec. 4, our son is on Dec. 11, anniversary is Dec. 23, our daughter's anniv. is Dec. 27, and our youngest's b-day is Dec. 31. December is a crazy month!

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