My mum, Greek Islands 1970′s
Speaking with my gorgeous mum yesterday we got into this great conversation about age.
She is now in the second half of her sixties and is experiencing being treated for the first time, like an, ‘old’ person. To her utter frustration, they now speak to her in a slow, patronizing, talk loudly and lip reading, kind of a manner.
Recently, with a young bank clerk, she found herself experiencing more of the same and before she could help herself, out came,
‘Honestly, I may be in my sixties but I am neither deaf or a f’****ing idiot.’
And then just to add some shock factor, as my mum always enjoys doing. She then yells,
‘And by the way, for your information, us fossils do still have sex, lots of it!’
Whilst it is a very different experience, I spent much of my thirties feeling quite uncomfortable in my body. I was completely confused as to where I now fitted in the ‘age’ market place.
I would find myself standing somewhere, with two cute guys looking my way and just as I was thinking how god damn hot I must be looking, I would then notice the incredibly beautiful 19 year old girl, flicking her golden hair, in the sun light, standing just behind me. And there I was again, being thrown harshly into the, ‘you are just not than young anymore’ basket.
So now, a month away from 39th birthday and eagerly approaching my 40’s, I finally feel like I have found my groove. I don’t completely adore my rear resting a little too often on the top of my thighs, or that my boobs look a little like, 2 fried eggs that aren’t quite good enough to serve. But what I do know, is that my mind is sharper than ever, that my body is healthy and strong and that there are a good thirty years ahead, before I find myself yelling at a bank clerk…