My blog friend Mel wrote an entry today about aging. She's 45. I'm 56. At 45 I still felt like a kid. At 56, I'm beginning to realize what real aging is about. More aches and pains. Less energy and stamina. But reading her post brought to mind an encounter I had not too long ago that brought aging in to perspective for me. I had gone out in to the narthex of my church and a lovely lady I've known for years but hadn't spoken to in ages approached me. She told me "I just LOVE your silver hair! It's absolutely beautiful. And I love it when you younger women let it go natural like that". I started to laugh and I said, "But, Dorothy, I'm not young! I'll be pushing 60 in a few years." She smiled and patted me on the arm. "Honey, when you get to be as old as I am, you ARE young!"
SHE is pushing 90.
It's all in perspective, isn't it?