Dear Aging Process,
I don’t know exactly when you 1st became visible in my life, but I’m beginning to see you more and more frequently. I see you in the mirror as I apply makeup to cover you up. I see you in the tiny laugh lines around my husband’s eyes when he smiles. I see you when cashiers at Wal-Mart call me ma’am and then fail to card me for a bottle of wine. I see you as friends gear up to celebrate their 40th birthdays. And most recently, I see you when the baby-sitter comes over, and despite the fact that I feel as if it wasn’t so long ago that I was as young and carefree as she is, I just realized she’s closer in age to my son than she is to me.
I never thought I’d be the type of person who would be bothered by you. I thought I’d gracefully accept the wrinkles and the grey hairs and chalk them up to a life well lived. Although I have yet to see a grey hair on my head or noticeable wrinkles, and I have over a half a decade before I’ll be joining my friends in their 40’s, I have suddenly begun feeling OLD. And I have a feeling I’m not going to be so gracefully accepting of you as you continue to make yourself more visible.
So Aging Process, could you please slow down a little bit? I may be young at heart, but that doesn’t make the age defying moisturizers any cheaper.
Wife on the RC