I enjoy having company. Always have. And I put a lot of effort out to ensure my friends and family are thought about. It is harder now that I am in an apartment, a roomy one at that. Short on closet space. Definitely not my mountain home. It has other benefits and I am more than grateful for them. One of them is being closer to family.
Sometimes the universe smacks you in the face over and over until you get it. Listen. Do it. Well that has been happening to me more and more lately. I see, know that it is time for me to live my better than best life. Better than the one I am. The clock is ticking. As my grandchild reminded me, "you are an old lady." I had to laugh. Then I queried him.
"What makes a person old? I asked.
"Junk food" he said.
"But I don't eat junk food,"
"You are an old lady," he offered.
He was finished talking and quick to sleep. Asleep when I left yesterday morning.
On the plane ride home, I thought about this. Thought about all the women who color their hair. More than ever these days. No one, it seems, wants to look old. They believe hair color will do the job nicely. $140 a month is the going rate for this I am told. My mouth is wide open. Gads.
When men start coloring their hair to look more 'appealing' to the opposite sex, maybe I shall do it. On second thought. Nope. I am comfortable at 65. Get over it if you aren't.
My apartment will be clean, hospitable and full of groceries when he visits. My hair will be silver-grey. I'll be his version of an old lady. Even when I am on the floor playing with Bruder trucks, teaching him yoga or laughing at his knock-knock jokes. Or in his classroom waiting for him to spot me and yell my name as he runs and leaps into my arms.
I'm more than proud to be a Nana. Two syllables with a pattern as he reminds me. Na...nah!
And yes, little one, you are welcome. I love adding more generations to my family.
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