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."
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.
2 comments:
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?)
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!
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