I notice that I have some furrow marks over my eyebrows and little rivits at the top of my nose that I don't remember seeing before. I am pretty sure my eyes have sunken in a little bit from sleep deprivation. The crows feet by my eyes I don't mind so much, I see them as trophies for all of the good laughing spells. That goes for the little lines over my lips, I am pretty sure they are there because I whistle. Whistling is happy and cute, if I get wrinkles because of the habit, so be it. What I am not ok with is the strange turkey like neck that is developing under my chin. I am starting to notice that my neck takes a few seconds longer to turn when my face does because there is an extra inch or two of skin beginning to swallow my chin and working hard to make my neck and face one happy couple. Where did my jawline go?
I look at my dad, my mom, pictures of other family members and they all have this little neck issue. My dad actually told one of my kids that he was slowly turning into a turkey when they asked him what happened to his neck. Thanks for that dad, the kids are scarred for life. Little do they know that one day they will turn into a turkey too.
Noooooo! I quietly yell at the mirror when I see it happening to me. I am pretty sure that not even fancy Retinoid filled lotion is going to slow my disintegration into a poultry necked mother of four. Dumb genes.
I am a 44 year old woman. I am a 44 year old woman with four children under 5. If you know me, you know that I am grateful everyday for these little souls. I don't care how old I am, I am just grateful to have them. But in my own little insecure wanderings I hope that my kids are proud of me even as they get older. I never want them to think they have an old mom.
All of this has me thinking about age, aging and what kind of person I want to be as I grow older. The truth is, there is very little that I can actually do to slow or stop the effects of time as it marches over my complexion. Lotions and potions help, proper eating and exercise...sure...but they can't stop it all together.
I study people all the time so I have started a list of things that I think make a soul pretty. I suppose that it could also be a list of things that age a soul or make it less pretty so that will weave in I am sure. These points are compiled based on what I see in those souls that I see aging gracefully. They are the ones I want to be like.
1. They are grateful - Nothing ages a person like complaining, and IT IS SO EASY TO DO! The older I get, the more things that I notice that are wrong. It is easy to get fussy and want things just so. I love grateful people. They don't worry when things go wrong, they are just happy to be there. They say thank you
often, and fight that downward spiral into negativity and entitlement.
2. They live in a state of wonder - they are determined to learn, from everything from everyone. They never stop being amazed at the world we live in. They never get familiar with the people that they go through life with. They never take on a know it all attitude. Every person they encounter has something new to offer and to teach. These people are life-long learners and life is their classroom. It almost feels like they have front row seats to their own existence and they are ready to jump to their feet for a round of applause at any moment.
3. They are cheerleaders for those around them - My husband, Shawn rode in a big bike race last fall. The race started in downtown Vancouver and ended at the top of Whistler, BC. He rode his bike for 7 hours straight up the side of a mountain. I was beside myself with excitement for him. I felt so much joy and pride when he crossed the finish line. Before that happened though, I stood as hundreds of other riders went by. I stood with family members that were waiting for their dads, sons, daughters and wives to cross the line. For awhile I found a shady spot to watch and wait. Then I noticed an older couple with signs that read "Go Steve" and "Go Todd". This couple cheered for at least an hour for EVERY SINGLE RIDER that went past them. They yelled things like "YOU DID IT!" "YOU ARE AMAZING!" "WAY TO DO IT!"...on and on these two went. Cheering as though every rider was their own flesh and blood. That is when I saw it...these riders, exhausted, thirsty, hungry and ready to be finished heard these two strangers telling them that they could do it, and all of a sudden they would smile and strength would come back into their legs and they would kick it one more time before they crossed the finish line. I was so moved by the whole thing that I found myself jumping and clapping for strangers too "YOU ARE ALMOST THERE!" "ONE MORE CORNER AND YOU DID IT!" and these strangers would look at me, half smile and kick it one more time, up and out of sight across the finish line. By the time Shawn and his team got to me, I was hoarse but so happy. I felt like I was a vital part of the race.
I think it is easy as we get older to get full of opinions and freely give unsolicited (sometimes unwelcome) advice. I am determined to cheer for others and encourage them as they make their decisions. Everyone can give advice, but how many people actually take time to encourage others and give them that extra strength they need to get around an issue? Encouraging people are beautiful souls. I want to be more like that. 4. They choose joy - I will never forget the day I was talking to a woman who was in her eighties and I was telling her how much I appreciate her joy. She smiled sweetly and said "It's a choice". We all have hard things that come our way. We all have reasons to be intense and grumpy, but if we look we can always find reasons to be happy too. It's a choice, always has been, always will be.
5. They notice people - I will never forget the feeling of being a young adult and the overwhelming realization that I couldn't live at home forever and get free meals at my parents house. I was in a mentoring program during that time and I felt so overwhelmed by my own immaturity, disorganization and overall lack of understanding of how the world around me worked. In the middle of this, one of the pastors in the church walked up to me one day and said "Keri, you are a thoroughbred - meant to run". I think I was having a particularly hard day that day and I remember hearing 1,000 arguments in my head against his kind words and yet those words sunk to the deepest place of my heart and began to transform me. He, along with my parents and many others, believed in me before I believed in myself. They were patient with me, they spoke words of life over me and encouraged me when I felt like giving up. They taught me that every person is worth noticing whether we see their value immediately or not. There are so many surprises out there if we will take the time to see them.
I fear this is starting to turn into an epistle, so I will end. I will continue to work on my enlarged pores and other tell tale signs that I am not in my twenties anymore. My hope is that the work I am doing to keep my soul rich will swallow the aging process and inside beauty will do its work. Here's to you 2015 - I will turn 45 under your watch, if I do this right I will get younger and younger with every passing month. I welcome you and all that you bring. Let's do this.
