Old Muscles Can Still Hug
Turning 60 didn’t bother me. It was kind of like achieving an adult merit badge.
61 on the other hand seemed more ominous. 61 seemed so much closer to 70. You know, many people think of themselves as they were when they were 20. And, although you may picture yourself with that non-gray hair, people who meet you only see the current you – as you are now.
Why is this important? Well, recently my grandson asked me to open a bottle of apple juice. It hadn’t been opened before. So, the cap was stuck on by someone with super-human strength. Or glue. At any rate, I had to strain to open it. I told him I needed to use my ‘grandma muscles.’
He laughed and said – what are ‘grandma muscles?’ Are they old muscles?
Wow. That destroyed my vision of my svelte 20-year-old-self in one instant! So, I am facing my physical reality. It also reinforced, however, that what is beneath the surface is just as important.
So, here is my “new” version of my “old” self:
Old muscles – Still strong enough to hug.
Old legs – A bit hard to walk on but limber enough to visit grandpersons.
Old brain – A bit slower on the uptake, but, still strong enough to answer all grandkid questions.
Old eyes – One is blind now but the other one sees a beautiful family with the aid of the heart.
Old heart – A little bit blocked but strong enough to help pump love into old arms.
Just imagine how much better my old self will be at 65. Or 80 or even 100!