When I was nearing puberty, my mother gave me the “talk”–a fairly disgusting scenario, if I remember it and I DO! She also gave me a book, ‘So You Are a Young Lady Now’, even though, based on the aforementioned “TALK”, I had decided being a young lady might be the last thing I wanted to be. Trust me on this, I decided then and there that Peter Pan had the right idea…never grow up. But as the hormones kicked in, I slowly fell in line with the ‘growing up’ agenda.
I furthered my education in the classic manner of the time, discussing IT with my girlfriends. From the bounty of thirteen/fourteen year old wisdom, I learned a lot more than that book or my mother told me….although time, life, and experience have proved some of that information to be erroneous if not erogenous. I figured I had better get in step whether the idea appealled to me or not. So I checked my chest daily for any evidence of the promised budding bosom.
At the first sign of any advancement in that area, I coercered my mother into buying my first bras, which I stuffed with bathroom tissue, giving me a rather lumpy set of boobs…and I wager to say NOW, that I was not the only one doing this. However, in algebra class I sat across the aisle from the female in our 7th grade class who had blossomed early and beautifully. I matured slower than some…ok, MOST other girls in my class, both physically and socially, shedding bathroom tissue falsies in my wake.
Back then, thirty seemed to be the edge of OLD AGE, while ninety seems more like it now. Even saying that, I realize that I have a friend whose mother is 100, active mentally and physically, still riding her exercise bike 30 minutes a day. Our exercise class Forever Fit at Fitness Formula boasts a regular participant who is 96 and makes some of us 70 year olds look old. My husband’s Dad and both his grandmothers lived well into their 90’s and my Mom was 89 when she died. And good grief! Some woman in Germany just gave birth to quadruplets at age 65.
Still at 70, I think a new book should be written…so you writer folks out there get busy…’So Now You Are An Old Lady’, a book full of fun facts about bones, joints, sagging boobs, no underarm hair (that is a relief), turkey necks. other body changes. A book that talks about how to deal with embarrassing issues like old age multitasking, laughing, sneezing, farting and peeing all at the same time. Few sane women past 55 would even consider going ‘commando’, trust me on this. I cannot speak for the gents with regard to going ‘commando’, in fact, I would be interested in hearing how some of them would define the concept.
WHERE is the book that talks about issues like ‘hot flashes’ with remedies short of ripping off every shred of clothing no matter where you are when the heat rises. A book that acknowledges that OLD People still have a sex life, but doesn’t pretend it can be just like it was when you were kids. . .in all honesty, it can be so much better. I can think of two reasons why from my own experience more romance (him) and fewer hysteromics (me). A book that encourages activities that keep you moving, thinking, praying, laughing and loving. A book that starts something like, ‘Your body is changing and you are entering the Twilight Zone Golden Years of Life. Just like in puberty there will be new surprises everyday. This book’s design focuses on what those changes might be and how to handle them. Over the years, hopefully, you have been acquiring tools that will assist you in navigating the perils of aging.’
Just like I could not stop the onset of puberty, I cannot stop the aging process. There is no beauty regime on the planet that will reverse the thinning skin, wrinkles, the effects of gravity on every body part or the atrophy of the brain. . .although I still try. My life like everyones has been full of ups, downs, joys, sorrows, but thank God for the experiences I have had and the ones I still have before me.