
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.
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.
Reading this first thing this morning - the turkey neck thing brought a smile to my face and a wince of empathy. My third pregnancy has painted my leg with horrifying varicose veins and I had a little extended pity party about this. But then I thought: I could have pretty legs or another baby. Easy choice. I wouldn't go back to my 110 pound 18 year old self for a million dollars. I have paid for my silver hair and stretch marks with the hard work of a soul finding it's way home - and as my outsides show wear, my insides slowly become the woman I hope to be one day. Women need to read more stuff like this. You ARE a thoroughbred.
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