When I Get Old

I must be getting old. I've slowly been realizing this the past few years of my life, it wasn't just a wake up one morning and I feel old kind of thing. Just little occurences here and there that make me stop and think "Did I just do or say that?"

There are several things I do now that justify my reasoning. For instance, when I was younger and lived at home with my parents, my dad would watch the evening news every night. It didn't matter that we were right in the middle of our program, when he came home the evening news came on. Back then I considered it the most BORING thing on earth and wondered how my dad didn't fall asleep watching it. "When I got old", I would never watch the news. Now, at my house when the news comes on, the kids have to be quiet or go in the other room to play.

Another thing I swore I would never do "when I got old" is be late. Late to family gatherings, late to church, late, late, late. It irritated me so bad that we were always late. I made a personal vow that when I turned sixteen I would be early to every event that I attended. This lasted for about five years until I had my first child and has only gotten worse. I still plan for the same amount of time to get one person.

And "when I got old" and had kids they were going to get to stay up late, not have to do homework and I would never tell them no. But now I hear the words of my mother echoing in my voice. "Not until you finish your homework" and "Have you cleaned your room yet?"

And just last week my husband and I were invited to a Halloween costume party. I was so excited to go, to finally get to do something that I would have done as a kid. This party was going to make me feel young again!

Thirty minutes after we arrived, we discovered that we were going to be playing games, the kind of games teenagers would have fun playing. When I discovered that we weren't just going to mingle and talk like "old people do" I wanted to go home. And when we did the final event of the night, a scavenger hunt riding with a guy who drove like a maniac, instead of laughing and feeling the rush, I silently prayed that I would live through the night.

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