Last week, I shared a few moments illustrating my absentmindedness and my clumsiness. Within the past week, I’ve come to the realization that I may also be getting old. How do I know? Because my kids tell me so, and they often do in not so subtle terms. Here are a couple of examples…
Moment of forgetfulness #1
Me (walking into the kitchen): “Wait, what was I gonna do?”
Son #2: “Mama, you ALWAYS forget what you’re going to do!”
Moment of forgetfulness #2
(hiking in the hills of a local park)
Son #1:“Mama, look at this plant with the spiky leaves. What is that called?”
Me: “Oh, it’s called… Well, in French it’s called “chardon” but I can’t remember the word in English.”
Son #2: “You forget words all the time, Mama. You’re getting OLD.”
Ouch! By the way, the word I was looking for is “thistle”.
From these recent experiences, I guess my youngest won’t offer me much pity for my getting older. My eldest seems to be a little kinder when it comes to the years passing by. He gave me this cute gift a few days ago: an early birthday card from the Easter Bunny himself!
My birthday isn’t for another couple of months though, so maybe my son isn’t trying to be kind after all. Maybe he’s just helping me getting used to the reality of what’s to come: one more candle on my birthday cake. I’m asking you to please not send me any Maxine birthday cards. I have a feeling my sons will be taking care of that for me.