Age is just a number
This coming weekend, another year is done and my age increases yet again. Even with a mask on, I often don’t get ID’d any more when I buy alcohol, and when I smile there are the beginnings of lines around my mouth and the corners of my eyes. When I brush my hair, I notice more and more grey appearing as time goes by.
I don’t feel old, although that said, what does old feel like? Sometimes I creak a little when I get up in the morning, or when I’ve done some unexpected exercise. I don’t think I feel any different than I did as a teenager. It’s strange how we change - and then maybe we stop changing. Our bodies grow older, and perhaps we grow more tired, or maybe that’s just the addition of children and less sleep… but I am still me. Do others change their opinions of me?
I don’t feel like an adult, most of the time. In a social setting I often feel like a fish out of water, trying to keep up with the conversation and understand the nuances. One on one, I do okay, but when there are many people in a group I panic and lose track of the conversation. Maybe that is something to do with progressive hearing loss - I don’t technically have hearing loss, but I struggle to hear an individual speak when there is a lot of background noise or cross conversation.
I have decided to throw myself a birthday party. I have a swimming pool for the very first time, so we are going to enjoy bubbly (strictly not champagne because I’m a cheapskate), doughnuts and cake, and I believe David is planning a barbecue to add a little savoury to the overwhelming sweetness. I have only invited four people, I hope they come, but when trying to think of who to invite, I couldn’t actually think of anyone else here who is truly my friend.
I have friends overseas who I would invite, I have a friend or two in Melbourne who can’t get up here because of lockdown and border closures, but they’re not close friends. They’re not people I would talk to all of the time. In fact, of the four I have invited, only two would be in that category. The others, in a way, were “numbers” but I couldn’t think of more to add. I am not the kind of person who needs “quantity”, but prefers “quality”. And if nobody ends up coming, I get to eat all of the cake and doughnuts and that has to be a good thing!
All this really says very little, and instead is just the meandering of my mind. Maybe that also comes with age!
I am not an old mother, nor a young mother, but in the more recent societal normal of career THEN kids. I don’t feel old amongst my mum friends although I am the oldest of one of the groups. Is this because I get down and dirty with my kid? I never want to be the parent who sits on the sidelines watching while E plays, or swims, or adventures. I want to be doing it all with her, participating in her childhood, her life. So fingers crossed, I won’t Get Old or Grow Up too quickly.
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