With news that President Obama turned 49 on August 4th, I suddenly knew what it felt like to be old. I never really thought of Presidents as being young and hip, or even agile enough to ride a bike. They’re supposed to be old, and wise, and decrepit, to sit around in the Oval Office and decide important things that we obviously can’t decide for ourselves. Like which china dishes would look best at the next White House Gala or which American-hating country to give a big ol’ pile of money to. Although when I was young and naive I didn’t realize those were the kind of things they actually had to decide. But then I began living in the body of a fortyish person. I don’t know whose body this is, cause I certainly don’t feel as old as the mirror reflects.
There are certain people in my life that should never be younger than me. They hold positions of authority, knowledge, or skill that I have always believed is only obtained through wisdom that comes with age. Age older than me.
The President of the United States should never be younger than me! President Obama is really pushing it. He barely made the cut by a month and three days. If he were any younger I would have to move to Canada. Which I’ve been thinking about anyway–for their wonderful healthcare and abundant wildlife.
My Gynecologist should never be younger than me! I don’t care what anyone says, if a doctor walks in wearing baggy-butt jeans and a Spongebob Square Pants t-shirt under his white lab coat, I can’t trust him. He might work out as a Pediatrician, but if his patients are over ten years old he should think about going back to school until he can grow facial hair and his voice stops cracking.
My Father should never be younger than me! This is just a “heads up” to Mom in case she is thinking about trading the old one in.
My Pastor should never be younger than me! Okay, I’ve struggled with this for many years now. Our pastor is slightly younger than me, but since he now has a lot of grey hair and I don’t, I’m slowly coming to terms with it.
The models on television, advertising makeup and skin lotions to defy age, should never be younger than me! I hate it when some chick that looks like she just graduated from high school is telling me how young and vibrant a new skin product makes her look. What a crock! Who needs age defying skin products when they aren’t even two decades old?
Some people say that age is just a number. That we are only as old as we feel. Actually it’s an ever increasing number and the aches and pains we feel seem to increase along with the number. But I know what they mean. As long as they aren’t younger than me, I might even think there is wisdom in their rhetoric. I’ll let you know how old I feel after I finish the six mile Mud Run for MS next month. If I’m still able to write.
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