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Goofy Monday: I guess I’m just getting old

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!

Cute bunny wishes me an early birthday

Cute bunny wishes me an early birthday

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.

Maxine birthday card

Maxine birthday card

Turning four, my boy? Here’s a sure sign you’re getting old

I had just turned 30 when I received my first letter from the AARP (the American nonprofit, nonpartisan organization dedicated to the interests of its members, all over the age of 50). The letters have stopped now but I still get their email messages once in a while. I can’t imagine the influx of snail mail and emails I’ll be getting the day I actually turn 50. Not that I try to think too much about that either, by the way.

My youngest recently turned four and is very proud of his accomplishment. He walks around telling everyone he’s “four years old and a big boy.” A few days ago I took him to Panda Express for a quick lunch after preschool since we had to run some errands before picking up his brother at school.

Of course, no Chinese meal would be complete without fortune cookies. My son picked up his and this is what his fortune said:

Fortune cookie: happy when old

Fortune cookie: happy when old

Wow, this beats getting an AARP letter any day! Of course, my son asked what “senior years” meant. So I explained his fortune said, when you’re an old man, you’ll be happy. His answer? I’m a boy, not a man! I guess he’s got a few years before acquiring a sense of long-term vision…

Now there’s an ongoing joke to make Chinese cookie fortunes funnier and you may know it already. You just add “in bed” at the end of the fortune as you read it. It looks like my boy will have some good times when he’s an old man!

Have you ever had any fortunes that seemed completely inappropriate for your situation? Or some really great ones you’ve kept? I keep all of the fortunes telling me I’m going to be rich. You know me, I don’t want to jinx it.

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