Time flies
Our youngest grandchild, our only granddaughter is nine today, I just can't believe how quickly the years fly by. It doesn't seem five minutes since her mother (41), our youngest girl, was born! I remember thinking 40 was really ancient when I was 12 and my father reached that very great age. I was concerned he wasn't going to live much longer, he managed another 43 years. Not only am I a great aunt to the children of my niece, I am also a great, great aunt several times over, albeit by marriage! My husband is 70 next month, naturally we are teasing him about his Methuselah status! I have another three years to go before I reach those heady heights.
What I don't understand is why when one is doing less, the time seems to fly much more quickly than when one was younger and much busier? Another thing I don't get is why some folk, usually woman, are so coy about admitting how old they are? I remember asking my favourite grandmother how old she was when I was a kid, and getting the reply, "I am as young as my tongue and a little older than my teeth!"
Although I am old and very senile (according to my wonderful family*
) I would not like to go back in time, I am content to continue on moving forward until the grime reapers arrives to pick me up.
How do others feel about the aging process?