Growing old

I’ve always been comfortable with getting older. I have friends who have lamented it since they were 20 – ‘we’re so old, everyone in the clubs is younger than us… our friends are getting married… our friends are having babies… we’re getting mortgages… we’re getting married… we’re having babies… our kids are starting school, WE’RE SO OLD!’

I was ‘that’ friend – the one getting married and having babies first and I was totally comfortable with that. After all, age ain’t nothin’ but a number. Deep down inside my head, I still feel 19. In many ways I haven’t grown up much at all.

But something about moving into the new house has made me think about getting old. And not just older, properly OLD.

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The people who sold our house to us were 90, they’d lived here for 20 years. At the end, the house and moving all became a bit much for them (hardly surprising, it was a bit much for me too). The lady admitted she wished they’d done it 10 years earlier than they were more able.

I laughed about that being us in 40 years. About the new 40 year olds moving in and thinking our white bathrooms were horrible and why didn’t we have coloured ones (because fashions always go round, don’t they?). And I felt quite sad about it. We’ve always said this would be our final move, so this is it now. We’re here to get old.

We’re not young any more. I don’t remember much about being a child, but I remember being 20 quite clearly and that doesn’t seem long ago at all. Another 20 years and we’ll be 60. Another 20 years after that and we’ll be 80, being wheeled out of our dream home by our nearly-old-themselves kids.

Until then, I need to live my life and enjoy it.

Is there anything that reminds you that you’re not getting any younger?

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. It’s strange isn’t it? We spend all our times making those milestones and trying to achieve those big goals and once we get there there is a tinge of sadness to it because that’s one less dream and we’re there now. I suppose it’s one step towards being content too. My white hair makes me feel old. I reeeeeeeallly need to dye it!

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  2. Old is just a state of mind right… 😉 xx I will be young forever! lol x

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  3. Interestingly, I had the same conversation with my Grandparents last week. They moved in their 90s and they said it was all too much, definitely for my Granddad. We must make sure we remember that one when we reach 80! I guess I feel old as I watch my girls growing up and hear myself saying the old cliches that my mum used to real off at me!

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  4. I still feel like I’m a young mum in my 30’s. The trouble is I’m an old mum in my 60’s and my daughters are exactly where I think I am. Who stole that time???

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  5. I have moments where my age catches up with me (when I try to get up off the sofa after sitting in the same position for an hour…) but most of the time, I still feel like I’m in my 20’s in my head and feel almost surprised when I realise I’m not!

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  6. Thanks very much, ladies!
    That’s pretty much how I feel, Wallymummy, except I know I’m actually not young. I’m just a very young-looking, very cool 40 year old (in my head, at any rate).
    My hair is a nightmare, Notmyyearoff, as I have no bathroom to dye it! I think I need to go to my mum’s to do it!
    Let’s remember that, Suzanne – we need to move when we’re 40! Long-term memory is usually OK in old age, so I should remember to remind you, if you could do the same for me!
    Penguin’s Waddle – you must be pretty much where my mum is! I think she feels her age sometimes, but looking after her grandchildren keeps her young! Fair play to her, she has four of them!
    I don’t have the aches and pains, Sara, which is why I’m DEFINITELY still only 19! 😉

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