Age matters – or does it? How old you are calendar-wise seldom equates with how old you feel. Some days I feel like I’m a young spring chick and other days….well let’s just say I don’t move as quickly as I used to.
I started thinking seriously about age the other day while taking my husband’s grandfather to the doctor. At the ripe young age of 95 – and soon to be 96, Grandpa is mentally sharper than I am and mighty spry. In fact, some days, I feel old in comparison to this man who really hasn’t changed in looks since I met him 30 years ago. Looking at Grandpa, I wonder if my husband will possess the same longevity. Recently knighted with the honor of reaching that half century mark, Steve sports only one or two gray hairs (that he claims) and isn’t quite ready for the walker….yet!
Hearing Grandpa speak about the days when he plowed fields with true four-legged horsepower makes me wonder if our grandchildren (which we don’t have yet) will someday sit and listen in awe as we talk of the days when there was no cell phones, IPods or personal computers. Steve (being much older than me) will enjoy telling the youngsters about the days of party line telephones and eight-track tapes. I’m positive that jaws will drop at tales of the good old days of Steve taking his rifle along to school (kept in an unlocked car in the school parking lot) so he and his friends could go gopher hunting when school was done for the day – without SWAT teams surrounding the area. Imagine the disbelief when they hear we survived not wearing seatbelts until we were in our late 20’s!
Yes, back in the good old days, bicycles were ridden without helmets, hand sanitizer was good old soap and water and McDonalds was more often referred to as a farmer in a childhood song rather than a fast food chain. Back “then” Capri pants were called Pedal Pushers, thongs were sandals and tattoos were only for sailors. We even survived life without cable – relishing black and white TV signals delivered by rabbit ear antenna which were frequently readjusted to “tune in” a total of FOUR different “snowy” TV stations.
It seems everyone, as children, is always so anxious to grow up and become adults but once we get there, we want to return to the youthful days when life was simple. Milestones such as losing baby teeth are applauded. I even find myself looking into Harley’s mouth with a gleeful giggle as his baby teeth are starting to wiggle. Then all too sudden, we get “long in tooth” and have to go into the vet for a floating and are left wondering why we hurt so bad the day after running, riding or putting in a hard day’s work. Just where did those summer days of youth go?
So do we feel our age? In regards to his half century of life, Steve says, “I feel like a 30-year old but my wife won’t let me have one!” Well, today – just for him, I feel like a 30-year old and if he ditches that walker – he might even be able to catch me! Happy Birthday Old Man!
