I guess I'm not young any more. The last time I went to the movies, I was given the Senior price automatically...no questions asked. And I even dye my hair. But that doesn't erase the wrinkles, I guess.
Youth is wonderful. Mom just gave me a picture of me and my firstborn when he was only a few months old. We both looked great. I was slim and surprisingly pretty.
Yet, I am happy that I don't have to go through that whole youth thing again. I hear my 10-year-old grandson stress about friend issues. Today's news is all about a 16-year-old in Hamilton, Ontario who was knifed in front of his mother, the presumed end result of relentless bullying. I also know a few young girls who suffer from eating disorders. It seems that growing up has so many challenges that the young people aren't getting the chance to realize that "Youth is wonderful".
I am so happy that my children, now young adults, have made it past their teens. And, so far, they aren't addicted to drugs, booze, money, sex, over-spending or any other debilitating addiction. All three have found partners who fit in with their values and lifestyles. Now, I just have to start worrying about the next generation.
No thanks...I might have wrinkles, aches and pains, and graying hair, but I wouldn't swap that for another go at youth. No way. Being young is way too challenging.
Bottom line: I like being an ordinary OLD girl.
