My mother is a wise women. We spend a lot of time together. Sometimes shopping, sometimes lunching and sometimes she wants to stop at Starbucks for a Caramel Frappuccino. We talk a lot. This was our conversation one day.
Mom: How old is your sister going to be this year?
Me: Which one?
Me: She turned 60 last year so she’ll be 61 in September.
Mom: Oh! That means you’ll be 60 this year!
Me: Yep. (Long Pause) Mom looks at me and says, “Life begins at 60 you know….(another pause) It does you know!”
Me: Yep, I think I’m beginning to realize that.
I was going to say my mom is wise beyond her years, but she is 93 years young. She doesn’t see herself as being old and was very insulted when the ladies from her church gave her a hand knitted lap blanket. She said, “What do they think, I’m old?” Then she went out to her yard and raked some leaves. I love my mom. She has spunk, she will have spunk until she draws her last breath. And…don’t call her old!