A Wrinkle In Time

When I was a girl I never gave the time of day to what it might be like growing older. Instead of watching time, it watched you , like a parent you were confident in it's clutches. If I only knew then what I know now, how would things be different? Perhaps if I saw my mom and dad as two struggling individuals who didn't really know what they were doing would I have resisted the urge to offer unsolicited advice. Would I have studied harder and married less :) The next thing you know your in your 20's having kids of your own and making more mistakes than your parents did. But there's still time to change and grow. Your face is radiant, your body strong and lean and you have energy to boot. The 30's and 40's are blurs. Your to busy watching your own children grow and become something and your still strong and not yet forgetting things. The only exception being the time you placed baby #5 in her seatie and forgot where you put her. :) Course I was in my 40's then. So fifty comes. If your a woman it's a time of great changes. People no longer call you Miss  but are now opening doors for you and calling you Mam. Your hair is grey and wrinkles are appearing. I once asked for some advice from a dear Shoppers Drug Mart  consultant. I was looking for Polyfiller. That's what I asked for.. He said "Mam, maybe you should embrace your wrinkles". It's only taken me 6 years to do so. It's a process you know.. Make up is amazing.. and hair dye.. But there comes a time when even the foundation isn't working and the dyed hair makes you look like a Bo Derek wanna be. I want to know if there's a manual out there that might help me to grow old gracefully. So far I've been fighting it tooth and nail. I'm trying to look at the positive. Take yesterday for instance. I asked a sales clerk if I qualified for the senior discount.. which I did. BONUS.. I don't have to waste 100's of dollars on anti aging serums that contain placenta/acai/jojoba/Q10 compounds. I can advice the youth and tell them stories of when I was a girl. I don't have to worry about men ogling me (not that is was much of a problem before) . I look forward to retirement and joining the Red Hat Club. Through out all I hope that I am reaching the mark. If I should live till I'm 90 it's not near the length of time that I will live in the glorious presence of my Heavenly Father. If I could change one thing, it would be to cease the striving. Perhaps the next 30 years might be spent resting in His love. After all He has never let me down. He was there when I fell off the swing, He was there when I screamed in the pain of my labors, He was there when a marriage failed and a new one began, He was there when I cried out to Jesus to be my Lord and Savior and He is with me always to the end of this great race. Adieu my friends and may every wrinkle you see on that face of yours remind you of years of growth and love.