It made me remember when I was a fresh-faced youngster. Yes kids, I was a child once, too. I didn't escape the womb as a cranky old tired 41 year old, nor was a created out of spite by some pissed off mad scientist from the waste products of all things evil and bitchy. Nooo. But I can see why you may have thought that.
When you're a kid, you know your age. My twins spontaneously announce it in supermarkets to checkout chicks or to strange men with man boobs.
I've noticed a difference in the way four of my ferals announce their age. Lily and Grace hold up three fingers and say proudly, "I'm 3." Ella will tell people that she is 11 and three quarters. Campbell adds on a year: "I'm 14." They'll go through the rite of passage of calling themselves 18 so as to be served alcohol and to be let into nightclubs. Then they'll say they're younger to get cheaper entry fees to amusement parks and movies. But once you reach 40, well, you can write off even being admitted into a swingers club. Just too damn old for that kind of funky lovin'. Obviously, they don't cater for walking frames and incontinence.
I'm not really phased about being in my 40s. I don't feel 41, whatever that's supposed to feel like. Physically, I'm feeling a little slower, but is it my age or the excess of excessive weight I'm lugging? Mentally, I'm a sharp as a tack - sharper even - I'm finding it easier to learn new things. My brain is ready for biology and physics, whereas 25 years ago I couldn't tell my arse from my head with anything scientific.
|Let's hope that by pulling these feckers|
out I haven't encouraged more to grow.
And, yes - they ARE from my head.
We all know that growing older is inevitable, but this is my list of things I wished my mum had told me about it. I have entitled it:
Things I Wished My Mum Told Me
About Growing Older
We all know about the possibility of our eyesight and hearing getting weaker, our bodies slowing down and the sudden desire to eat prunes and sing along to the golden oldies of the 1980s & 90s, but I wish Mum had've mentioned some of these seriously awesome perks of ageing (un)gracefully:
- Your body will start to hurt in places that never hurt before. And what doesn't hurt will probably stop working.
- Your mind will become delusional and will think your body can handle the alcohol and exercise you were used to when you were in your 20s.
- Your eyebrows will begin to fall out and reappear on your chin. Thicker.
- Your feet will become rough and your toenails harder to cut.
- Course grey hairs will not just grow on your head. They will appear on your chin, your arms, your cheek, and with a surprising amount of speed. You will look in the mirror and suddenly they're there in all their grey pube-iness.
- You might grow skin tags anywhere the skin tags decide to grow. Don't think of ripping those bastards off. You will bleed out. Accept them.
- You will wake up feeling hungover without actually being hungover.
- You will sneeze, cough, laugh and wee at the same time.
- Your perky little boobs may be perky now, but wait until you're older and have had kids.
- You'll sweat more than you ever imagined humanly possible. Even in winter.
- You'll Google everything, from 'my knee clicks when I bend' to 'should my wee be that colour' and other ailments that lead you to believe you are dying.
- You will think that the perfect evening is an early night in bed. Alone. With a book.
- The music you liked will be called boring and old by your kids.
- You will be called boring and old by your kids.
- You won't understand today's music but if you sing any of today's music you will be told to stop.
- You will begin to say "When I was your age..." "In my day..." and "If I spoke that way to my mother..."
- You will gain great pleasure in listening to and telling stories of recent surgeries and illnesses.
- You will understand why a hot windy Australian day is the perfect day for sweating it out washing shitloads of clothes to hang out to dry.
- You will have riveting conversations with friends about mortgages, the lack of respect from the younger generation, the price of petrol, stretch marks, bargain shopping and recipes.
I would have laughed and laughed if my mum took me on this ageing joyride, rolled my eyes and called her old and boring, and would have thought, nah, not me. I'm so cool and awesome that I will always be this cool and awesome. And how dare you tell me C&C Music Factory and Smashing Pumpkins wouldn't be cool either.
Not by the grey hairs on my chinny chin chin.