It is here if you want to read it also. So beautifully
written.
http://www.stevewiens.com/2013/03/06/these-are-the-lines-of-a-story/
http://www.stevewiens.com/2013/03/06/these-are-the-lines-of-a-story/
Whenever I read beautifully expressed story my thoughts fester
until I get them out. So here you are.
The reality is we all relate because we are all getting
older. I honestly have loved getting
older, within reason of course. I don’t mind the wrinkles around my eyes or the
soreness that comes from getting out of bed in the morning (thanks to many
years of athletics). And yes, the little hairs where you don’t want them and
the spots on my skin are slightly annoying. But really? I can handle it.
I am not 16 or even 20 anymore. I have to eat differently,
but I also know that is because I am not playing basketball for 2 hours every
day. If I were, I may not be as conscious, but I am not. And my body has
changed because of it or maybe just because I am older.
I saw a woman who had beautiful arms days ago and
asked Thomas if my arms looked like hers. His honest reply, “They used to.” That
didn’t hurt my feelings because I realized I am not investing time in my life to lift and
work out like I used to. So I am softer looking. And I am Ok with that. If I want
to look like her, I have to invest the time. Maybe I will at some point.
Every time I go to So Cal, I am about 50 shades lighter than
anyone in my family. I am a ghost from WA, but hey I will have way less chances
of getting skin cancer in my life time (sorry family!!!) And I might also be
vitamin D deficient, but hey we can’t have it all now can we? I live where it
is beautiful, so I give up the little things. And I soak up as much sun as I can every time it comes out.
I like what my body has become over time. Granted I have not
been pregnant yet. I have not had the privilege of carrying my little one and all
the body changes that accompany them. Yes, it terrifies me a little bit.
Similar to Mary’s story in the blog, being an athlete will make a not so
perfect stomach a little hard to accept. I know that I will travel that road
soon. And when I do, I will come to grips with it.
At work just the other day we had a similar conversation about
aging. A gal who is in her 40’s responded to my comment about liking aging
with, “To a point!” So far I have to agree. I have liked to age up until now.
But I imagine when I am in my 40’s and can’t see quite so well, and I have grey
in my hair, and I have way more wrinkles than I want, and I have all the marks of
carrying a child, that will be my point. And what will I do?
Well I just don’t know
yet. But if it is anything like what I do now, I will love that the life I
have lived has been full. I will walk more to keep my heart healthy and lift my children to keep my muscles
strong. Because that is what is important.
And like Mary, I will adapt as each year goes by. And love every moment I live because I am still strong, healthy, and wonderfully made.
