Not a day over 47

My mom gets meals on wheels delivered every day except Wednesday. The food she thinks is pretty good most days. Except for the days they serve fish. She's not much of a fish eater. Our family never really a fish family. So, I am always or try to be prepared for the knock on the door around 11ish most days.  There is this one man who delivers a couple days out of the week and he is older and he wears a helmet. I think he rides a bike of some sort but I never really look totally out of the door to see what mode of transportation he uses to get here.  But, he is a tall gentlemen and sticking out from his bike helmet is a wispy grey hair. He has bright grey eyes and always wears shorts and sneakers with knee length socks. He has a very kind face and a nice smile. My mom doesn't really go to the door, by the time she would get to the door if she did whoever was at the door would be long gone. She sits and waits until I open the door and collect the food and bring it to her. Well, the older gentlemen, when I open the door he always calls me by my mom's name. I guess he assumes that I am her and it is hard to see her behind a door that is cracked open just enough for the food to be handed over and then closed. I smile back at him and take the food and then he says God Bless you and he is off and running with the next delivery.

Then I started to think. I was thinking that you have to be over 60 to get into this program among other things and that  my mom is well over 60 at 77. I was thinking now if he thinks I am my mom, a 77 year old senior then something is wrong with me looking way too old or him just not knowing the difference. Maybe he thinks I am a young 77. Then it bothered me that he would think I was close to 77. I looked in the mirror to check for myself to see if I had aged 25 years or so and didn't even know it and just thought I looked okay and I really looked like an older woman twice my age almost.  I don't have a full length mirror so I had to settle for the one in the bathroom over the medicine cabinet. I looked hard and long at my face. I didn't see any wrinkles or lines that I hadn't saw before and they weren't that pronounced so I thought ok pretty much the same face. I did notice that my skin was drier then I thought as I ran my hand across my face just to be sure. So, I checked my hair. You know sometimes you can have some grey that you never noticed or are just so used to seeing that you over look it. I looked closely and carefully for those grey hairs I hate so much. I saw a baby one in the front on the side of my head but that wouldn't age me 25 years I didn't think. I took the hand mirror and checked the back of my head, the part that I can't see normally when I comb and brush my hair. I didn't see anything there either with the exception of two greys. Of course, the man can't see the back of my head so that would not have made a difference one way or the other with me looking old.  Then I was forced to come to the conclusion that the man is blind. Yep, that is my story and I am sticking with it. I said to myself I don't look a day over 47 at 51. And I am happy with that.