This year my mom turned 70!
She is absolutely beautiful but when she looks in the mirror she asks herself, "Who is this old woman looking back at me?"
The physical self does not match the image in her head. But, as Linda Ronstadt stated back in 1995;
"I'm 48 years old. I don't look like I did when I was 38; I don't look like I did when I was 28. It's got to be O.K. somehow. You've got to look in the mirror and go, 'This is reality, and it's all right.' I don't want to hide from that."
There is something to be said for aging gracefully.
My mom does not lie about her age because to do so would be a rejection of some part of herself. Which year(s) are worthy of elimination? Each experience has brought her to where she is at this moment. They have made her the incredible woman she is today and are building the even more amazing woman she will become tomorrow. Each day is important.
The energetic, playful child stays alive in each of us. It is that essence that makes my mom want to dance when she hears the music of the 50s and 60s. Elvis brings her to her feet and suddenly all those memories from her teenage years leap forward bridging the past and the present. Music is a great equalizer.
When I asked my mom for an ending quote for this post she said "I'm not going out without a fight".