Today's Prompt: Showing my age...
I am showing my age, and I admitting that I have wrinkles and gray hair. I have been dying my hair for years, and I am shocked at how quickly the gray seems to be showing. I can honestly say that I am looking forward to the next chapter of my life, as I have seen pictures of both of my grandmothers around my age. If I age as beautifully as they have, then I will gladly welcome age and all that it entails.
What I wasn't expecting was my sons perception of my age! Out of the blue, my son asked how old I was, and I responded with, "I just turned 34." He sat there quietly and then asked, "How long do turtles live for?" I chuckled and said, "I'm not really sure, but they live a long time." Mikey then got really quite, and I thought he had moved on or was just too busy playing for the conversation to continue. Later that evening...many hours later, as we were getting ready to eat dinner he turns to me, and with huge puppy dog eyes, and tells me "Mommy, I hope you live longer than a turtle."
Is it really that simple? In the eyes of a child are they oblivious to the stigma of age? If my son thinks that a life time can be spent with nothing more than a shell, is that a full life? Are you looking forward to or fearing, aging gracefully?