I remember a friend of my mother's always saying that "getting old is not for sissies", and over the years my mom has made it her mantra. In just about every letter she wrote or somewhere during every phone conversation we would have, that statement would be written or verbalized.
Over the years, my sisters and I would (and still do) laugh about it. Unfortunately, the older I get, the more I can relate to it. With each passing year, the every day aches and pains (especially after working out) are more prevalent, and the stopping and asking myself "what did I come into this room to get" becomes more frequent. I try to kid myself that I'm just exercising different muscles I haven't used in a while, or that I have so much retained information in my brain that I'm just on overload. But deep down I know that I'm just getting older.
This past year, the statement "Getting Old is Not for Sissies" has really proven true for my mom. Coming up on 92 years of age, she has been fortunate to have been able to fight through numerous health issues that would have overcome most younger individuals. I don't know if it's her stubborn attitude, her feisty personality or her unwillingness to leave my Dad after 65+ years of marriage. Whatever it is, I hope I have inherited the gene that has allowed her to live a long life. I guess time will tell.......
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