I’m getting older and I see the signs in my face and feel the changes in my bones. I’m aware of the changes that are happening and sometimes wish there weren’t so many smile lines, as I like to call them or aches on the tennis court after a long hike the day before. And my face coloring is changing and my hair is thinning. Seriously, no one told me about that. I’m not complaining, but I’m just highly aware that my body is changing. Isn’t that weird? That’s something your mother does and not usually something you think of yourself as doing.
But I am. Here I Am. Aging. That sounds weird to me, because in my mind I’m still 10 or 20 or 30 or 40 or somewhere in between.
Hopefully nothing will stop me, at least for a long, long while. But sometimes when I pause or see a close up picture of my face, I notice the differences and am aware that I’m getting older. I see what my mother used to see and remember how I told her how beautiful she was and how I loved her smile lines and that she should keep smiling for the camera and let us all see her, even when she wanted to hide. I never wanted her to hide and I’d make her smile with me. She’s so beautiful.
I see her soul. I see the love she has for others and I see the beauty deep inside her and her changing face. I think knowing my mama’s face helps me be ok with my changing face because I know what’s on the inside is far more important than what’s on the outside, even though I still want to be beautiful on the outside, just like her.
It’s just part of who we are. I’m ok with that and hope to always embrace the change of seasons that life presents.
Love this life. Live it up friends. xo