It hit me slowly. Like the time I was at the Orthopedic doctor for an issue with my knee and we were discussing options. The Dr. said, “If it were my mom…” then he left the room for something. I was appalled until I did the math and realized, “Oh my G, I’m old enough to be the mom of an Orthopedic doctor.”
The next time it hit me, I was watching Scott coach his college soccer team. All these young couples kept going by. They were obviously older than college kids and I wondered what they were doing there. Until it hit me, “Those are the parents!”
Right after I retired from school social work, I was heading out highway 24 on my way to St. George. It was about 5:30 or 6:00 and the sun was shining. I was singing and toodling along and all these cars were whizzing by me and it hit me, “OMG, I’m one of those retired people that irritate me so badly!”
The AARP cards have been coming in the mail for years.
I faxed myself by accident once at my last job.
I can’t keep up with the twenty year olds at the gym anymore. Though I still try. It irritates me when the trainers at 9 rounds treat me gently. I’ll kick their A**.
I will continue to fight it. When I get there (soonish), I plan to stay at 59 for a long time. Maybe til 70.
I don’t mind at all being called Grandma. But I am not ready to get old.
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