Several weeks ago, I was reaching for something in the closet when out of the corner of my eye I spotted this arm with long, streaked wrinkles.
That looks just like Mom's arms, was my first thought.
My second thought was one of shock and horror as I realized it was my arm!
"Good Lord," I said aloud, "when the hell did that happen?"
You know that phrase mothers hurl at you when you're a teen - something like:
"Someday, you'll ......"
Yup.
It happened.
"Someday" has arrived.
Now I'm sure I am not the first person to have had an experience like that.
One minute I'm a young mother, trying to juggle all the balls in air so to speak.
And the next? I'm a Grandmother of three and a "senior citizen"
They are not kidding when they say "Time flies!"
It most certainly does.
But I am heeding the advice of James Taylor, from the lyrics of the song: Secret o' Life
"Nobody knows how we got to the top of the hill.
But since we're on our way down, we might as well enjoy the ride."
I plan on continuing to enjoy every minute of this ride called life, no matter how I look.
Well, that and wear long-sleeved shirts from now on.
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