May 22, 2012

Belle Cartledge and the Big 9-0, Part 2

I forgot to mention in my earlier post that my mother is not thrilled at the prospect of turning 90.

 In fact, she sounds suspiciously like my daughter Jennifer, who is coming up on 40. Jennifer is not amused.  She sees nothing extraordinary about the event and basically wishes everybody would shut up about it.

Yep, that's pretty close to how Mom feels.

Don't you just love the way human beings are consistent across time? It's the same old aggravation, whether you're going to be 30 or 50 or 90, and the same old resentment at the thought of being THAT old.

When I mentioned to Mother that Jennifer will be forty on her birthday, Mother said, "Oh, my God.  I can't believe she's that old."
 Ahe said it three times.

Naturally I texted the conversation to Jenn three times.  She's still snarling.

And that's why it's so nice to have a goal for Mom's birthday greetings.  A snarl here, a grin there:  it's all good.


Jill Eudaly said...

a few years ago my kids asked me how old I was. I said quess..they said 10 years old...I went with it. I just turned 13 a few weeks ago. in my head I'm still 22 and I think that is all that counts at the end of the day. ( my ID says 46
I wonder how that happened?)

Mary Jo Cartledgehayes said...

Oh, Jill, that's a great story! One of my nephews still is a little suspicious about my age, because from the time he was a toddler my sister told him she was the younger sister and I the older. When she reached the same age as my youngest sibling (10 years younger than me), she stuck with that one. And a happy 13 to you!