For many years I didn't grow into my age. I got to 25 and started going backwards - determined I would never get any older than 25. Sometime when my girls were in their teens, I was "officially" younger than they were. I believe they even lost track of my age - I think I was 35 in their minds for a number of years!!
That has changed, Into my years I have grown and stretched and flexed - a perfect fit. I am getting old. I have wrinkles. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see my mother - as I remember her. And that is okay.
Grandmother of 4, mother of 7 ( how have they grown up and I haven"t?)
Life has recently taught me to value my own self a little better, so I am rearrangin