When my 47-year-old birthday "girl" called me the other day, after thanking me for the Kitchenaid counter mixer my husband and I sent to her, the conversation quickly switched gears.
"Mom, why didn't you tell me about this?"
"This? What is 'this'? What are we talking about?"
"This getting old stuff. It's starting to look like a connect-the-brown dots picture on my arms (it kind of looks like a Pekingese puppy), and lately I hear a little grunt when I reach down to pick something up off the floor. That's me grunting like some old person, Mom! And on top of that, after I blew out the candles on my cake, I realized I was one year older than I thought I was."
My daughter did bring up a good point. When we were young our parents sat us down and gave us "the talk" about the birds and the bees. But who's supposed to give us "the talk" when it feels like the birds and the bees are heading towards assisted living?
I couldn't console my daughter with, "It will be alright, everything will be fine," like I used to do when she was a little girl. And since I'm way past 47, I admit I was actually tempted to say, "Well my dear child, you ain't seen nothing yet." But I refrained, after all it was her birthday!
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