When did I change? When did the hair turn grey at my temples and faint lines etch around my mouth and eyes? I didn’t see this happen. Was I sleeping? Has it been that long since I looked at myself. I mean really looked?
When I looked in the mirror today, I wasn’t sure the person looking back was really me. Does this process happen overnight or am I so used to looking at myself daily – from putting on makeup, doing my hair, plucking my eyebrows (I am a bit obsessed with eyebrow plucking) and in general just checking myself out that perhaps I never noticed the gradual shift of aging?
Do my children notice? Does my husband? Oh gosh! What do they think? More importantly, what do I think of this whole aging process?
I step back into the reflection of the mirror and take a good, long stare. Yes, my hair has lost it’s curl, but it’s still full, thick and the envy of many – both young and old. My eyes are still clear and I think the faint lines that frame them add to my mystery, depth and wisdom. Many years of worry, thought, education and adventure went into each crease on my face. I wish I could have a stroke for each person I’ve loved, each child I’ve raised – but I believe those wrinkles are carved out of simply living life.
I know that I often catch myself staring at a woman younger than me and admiring her skin, her face – her youth. At first glance, I long for the youthful, fresh and smooth face. But when I look deep into my own mirror, I’m glad for the life I’ve lived. My grey hair and love lines around my face remind me of where I’ve been, where I am and where I have to look forward to in the future. I happy with aging gracefully and enjoying what the past half century has brought me. Bring on the next half century!
Grace Harrison is a Silver Sager and proud of it. She's a ghost writer for national and local magazines. She is excited to write a regular column for Silver Sage Magazine and hopes readers will enjoy her musings.