Do You See What I See? Musings on Looking Older.

Circa 1990

“Are you old, Mimi?” one of my younger grandsons asked. “I’m older than you…and older than your dad, but inside I am young.” That satisfied him and we took off to play.

I really enjoy the age I am. Older, not old. Actually, I prefer “timeless” as what’s a number? When I reflect on my image,  I usually view the version of me that is inside:  Vibrant, full of life, childlike in a good way, “seasoned.”

Apparently, that view isn’t the one shared by my grandson or the grocery clerk at my local store. Tuesday is 10% off for those of us of a certain age and once again yesterday, the senior discount on my groceries rang up without me requesting it.  I wish I could say it was due to her remembering me, but she was new.

Same thing happened at the pharmacy later that day. When I inquired about my flu shot, the young associate quickly told me they were out of the ones for the over-65 crowd. Who told him I was over 65?? Sheesh, is it that obvious?

Don’t get me wrong, I love all the eligible discounts I qualify for and ask for them all the time. I just want to be the one doing the asking! My fantasy is that I am demanded to pull out my driver’s license to prove it. Hasn’t happened yet.

No judgement please. I am not trying to pretend I’m younger. I don’t use products that are “anti-aging.” I’m not getting any “work” done. I have a deep appreciation for all the years behind me and counting on at least 30 more to go.

All that I love so much in my life is NOW and wouldn’t have been possible in an earlier season. Of course, I have a museum of beautiful memories of the years gone by, but I don’t want to go back.

My lament is that my inside and outside no longer match. I miss that.

Oh well.

Hope for the best,

Tish

 

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7 Responses to “Do You See What I See? Musings on Looking Older.”


  1. 1 Debra Davis October 16, 2019 at 8:24 PM

    My reality check was on a crowded bus in Istanbul, when a young man jumped up to give me his seat and I realized with a shock that I was — in a culture that respects them– an older person! My grandson explained, “You are a little bit old”. I am looking at it as the Early Old Age stage and enjoying not feeling guilty about going to bed with a book at a very early hour.. 🙂

  2. 3 BETSY K UZZELL October 16, 2019 at 10:13 PM

    I’m with you, Tish! They never ask me any more either. I console myself that maybe they are instructed to give us the benefit of the doubt!

  3. 5 Peggy October 17, 2019 at 1:14 PM

    Hello Tish! I knew you when you spoke at our Women’s Ecumenical conference in Monterrey, MX circa 2000-2001. I am now noticing that my age inside and outside don’t match anymore either. I’m trying to get used to it. 🙂 What I notice more is that some of my slightly older friends are looking more “mature.” That makes me a little sad.


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