I have a birthday this week. Birthdays remind us of aging of course, and with this comes some questions I have for my mother. Like, why didn’t you tell me?
As I sat across from a colleague at a business meeting a few years ago I was mesmerized by a freaky inch and a half long hair on her chin waving in the gently blowing HVAC breeze in the little room. My mind wandered from the budget variance agenda to wonder how she lived with that? Like does she blow dry it? Condition it? Does she not have tweezers?
Goat whiskers, my Mom called them. But she didn’t tell me they grace us all as we age. She didn’t tell me that tweezers will be your new best friend in a few years.
My Mom said that if you slept in your underpants you would grow funny. I am not sure if that’s ‘Ha Ha funny” or “weird funny”. I may have dodged that bullet. Just sayin’.
I was introduced to face cream and moisturizer at an early age. Many, many thanks for that Mom. I remember overhearing (or eavesdropping as us kids so often did) my parents talking about a friend of ours “she needs to wear a turtleneck or hide at Thanksgiving”. A comment I thought uproariously funny at the time. Not so much now.
Elbows, for some reason were super important. It seemed that potential husbands would flee with horror at the sight of elbows peeking out like bearded dragons from the 3/4 sleeves of the peter pan collared blouses we wore.
Maybe it’s not fair to say my Mom never told me. After all, we all age and change and morph into versions of ourselves we may not be ready for. The grace is in accepting that it will happen, and fight to preserve what we can or wish to. The grace is in staying healthy; taking control of what we can. The grace is in being happy with the here and now.
And as my friend says ” carry a pair of tweezers on your key chain”.
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