Remember when you were a little kid and you were so excited to get older that you corrected people who said you were five when you were really five and a half??
When did you stop counting the half years? When did it stop being cool to get older?
My son is turning 9 on Monday and is all about his new age. He likes it so much that he has been trying it out for weeks. “Yeah, I am almost 9.” “When I am 9 I am going to have my own computer.” “9 year olds don’t have to go to bed at the same time as their sisters, right Mom?” No hanging on to the last vestiges of being 8 for him.
Yet, I have so many friends who do that 29/39/49 and holding thing that I have to wonder what it is about aging that makes us want to go into such denial that we will actually pick a year and stick with it.
I get the mortality thing–that for many getting older represents that slow march toward death. I suppose if you are paying attention to the news, the constant images of age-related disease and disability could be a little disconcerting. If you look at it that way, it makes perfect sense that you would want to convince yourself that it ain’t gonna happen to you because you have no intention of moving from this spot thankyouverymuch!
Maybe it is because I love who I am at 36 and wouldn’t choose to relive any of my past. Maybe it is because I hang out with people who are older than I am and they seem to be having so much fun. Maybe it is because I have been called a baby by someone at every age I have ever been* and am looking forward to the age when that stops. Maybe I am the one in denial and don’t choose to see the correlation between birthdays and illness.
Regardless, I love getting older. I love adding days to my calendar and reams to my memories.
Ultimately, I think it has more to do with being okay with who I am right this moment while also looking forward to the next iteration of Gina. It is like a birthday every moment with the gift being the discovery of what growth and delight and deepening and love and joy I get to play with now.
So, here’s to birthdays and half birthdays and 127/365ths birthdays. Make a wish and blow out your candles. It’s your birthday and getting older rocks!
*You know how it goes: “Oh, you are (fill in age here)?? You are still a baby!!” What is it about that dismissive statement that makes me want to do violence??
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Perhaps not so much a dismissive statement by many, but a statement to be made in place of not knowing what else to say. These people are generally not great conversationalists & feel good about themselves by trying to make others feel less about themselves. They want to reinforce that “I am older and wiser than you and I always will be” sense of superiority, because they don’t know what else to do with their position as it relates to the younger person’s position.
LOL I think it started getting “uncool” to get older for me somewhere around 30…suddenly it hit me youth was fading and maturity was starting to set in..but while it too some time, I now realize maturity is GOOD! 🙂
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