What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

I usually only check my mail once every two weeks right before I get paid. My logic being that my mail typically consists of bills, a couple of catalogs and some random advertisements – once every couple of weeks is often enough right?  Like tonight, I stopped by the mailbox on my way home from work. Flipping through the mail, I found the usual bills, catalogs and a invitation to join AARP addressed to me.



AARP & What I want to be when I grow up..
AARP?  Isn’t that for old people?

I can’t be old. I haven’t even figured out what I want to do with my life yet. And then it hit me and I realized that there have been signs for a while now.  I had to get bifocals about a year ago. I’m having hot flashes. My youngest son, who is in fifth grade, told me that I’m the oldest mom in his whole school. Good to know. My teenage daughter accused me of being overprotective because I’m so old. When I explained that my friends who are parents were the same way, she said my friends were old too.

Heh. Guess that makes sense.

It would seem that I can’t ignore it much longer. Even those nice folks at AARP seem to know it. I’m getting older.

But I’ve decided that being old is a good thing. With age has come some wisdom, a lot more patience, more love and laughter, less worry about fitting in, and more courage to stand up for what I believe to be true.

With age has come less concern about myself and more compassion for others. And isn’t that what it’s all about anyway?

Besides, no one died. At least not yet.