I feel older than my mind wants to admit.         I have always convinced myself that life is what you make of it.      And so far I have done not too bad at believing what I tell myself.        When it comes to dealing with the fact that I am gaining age,  “I deny it”.      But, each day when I wake up my body is stiff, and sore, also the fact that  this past week my grandson turned into a teen,  and having a grand-child that is 20, one that is 18, and one now that is 13.            The reality of this has knocked me into a zone which reminds me that I am a more mature lady than I wish to admit. 

     If you may notice I try not to use the word  ”OLD”,   it is much too depressing for anyone who is gaining years.      As I have said I am not “OLD”, I am aging just like fine wine.       My vintage is exclusive, and very rare, there is only one kind like it in the world.        

       Each year, each change brings a deeper understanding of  the changes we face as we gain in years.      I look at life with a more optimistic outlook.       The little things are more precious, like the child becoming a teen.         I  reflect back to the day he was born, and how I was the first to hold him.  His eyes opened, and I fell in love right then and there.  I  will  never let anything hurt him, as long as there is a breath in my lungs.

       As our minds become feeble, our memory becomes weak, and we seem to forget.     We tend to cherrish the moments we have stored in the back of our minds.         I have always wonder where I would be as a youth if knew what I knew now.     I would not change the birth of my children, but I would have waited awhile to experiance that part of my life.      

            We watch our off springs grow and try to give them a piece of the knowledge we have gained, and feel hurt when they refuse to take our guidance.       But, when we grew up, we were the same.       I guess we have to learn for ourselves, and take the lessons we learn, and find out what we did wrong.       Sometimes we  change things to avoid repeating the same mistakes, then sometimes we do not learn by our mistakes.          I have made plenty of mistkaes in my life, and have learned alot, and I am hoping for many more lessons to learn from.       

           Knowledge, is a great thing, to pass onto others, even if they don’t accept your knowledge at first, they will think one day, and recall your rantings.       

                 But, for now I  will age gracefully, and make plenty of wonderful memories to remember later in life.       The body may ache, and remind  me to slow down, but, “I will be forever  young.” 

  ”Are you working on your memories?”