older

I have spent the past few days thinking about me 26 years from now. Twenty six years from now I will be as old as my mom is today. Some people say if you want to know how the daughter will look when she's older look at the mom. I don't know about that. But, I was just thinking about my body, how it will change. I started thinking about white or grey hair, walking a little slower, talking slower and more with purpose. I thought about some of the things you have to give up that you might not want to such as driving or a little independence. I thought about no more periods and the menopausal pay off for it. When I was younger suffering from cramps and bloating I would foolishly wish that I would have an early menopause. 

So, I studied my moms face. I looked at her eyes which were always vibrant brown but seemed just a little duller then they used to be. I looked at her smiling face chatting enthusiastically with my son and listened to her stories about her patents that I have heard a million times and now she was telling Josh. I know that one day she will probably forget most if these stories but she chatted on and answered all his questions happily. I watched her eyebrows move up and down at each word.  I  chuckled and laughed with them.

I thought about what I am going through now she has went through and a lot more.  I came to the conclusion that growing old might not be too bad after all.