Saturday, April 13, 2013

Hints I Might Be Getting Old

Police officers do not look old enough to shave. When I look in the mirror, I think I look like I always have. (Admittedly, I make a point not to look too close.) But it seems to me that everyone else looks younger. That’s why I find myself calling anyone under the age of 30 “a kid.” And why, when my husband and I see someone our age who looks ancient, we anxiously ask each other, “We don’t look like that, do we?” And we tell ourselves, “No, no, of course not.”

People call me “ma’am.” This is complicated by the fact that I moved to the South, where people routinely say “ma’am” and “sir.” (I’ve even heard people use the terms on their dogs. “No, ma’am, you will not jump on me.”) But where I come from, the Northeast, you do not call a woman “ma’am” unless you are trying to insult her by pointing out that she’s a lot older than you.

I do not shop at the same shops as my daughter. Sweet girl will be in a store meant for her age (17) – everything sparkly and tightly fitted and low-slung – and will ask, “Mama, don’t you want to buy yourself something?” Ha. I would look like a clown … a sad, sad clown.

I’ve begun doing that long-arm thing, trying to read fine print. And when that doesn’t work, I hand it to my kids to read. I feel like it’s not that my eyes have changed but that there’s some sort of conspiracy afoot to use smaller font sizes just to be difficult.

Luckily, whatever age I look doesn’t change what age I feel. Inside my head, I am still about 11 years old.


  1. Laughing right out loud (after putting my monitor three feet from my face). I LOVE "a sad, sad clown."

  2. So true! Except i feel about 9 years old inside, especially when the sun is shining and i want to twirl.

  3. You have an ancestor, who at age 90, in order to block the wind, planted evergreen seedlings to the north side of his house. He went by the age in his head.