Last night, I leaned down to kiss my 88-year-old mother goodnight, and she suddenly looked surprised.
“My! You’re getting older, aren’t you?” she said,
I kissed her forehead and said, “Yes, Mama, we’re getting older together.”
When I shared this on Facebook, my friend Tami responded, “Hasn’t it been said that ‘women of a certain age’ shouldn’t lean forward because their skin sags forward and exaggerates the wrinkles?”
Apparently, the concept of being a “woman of a certain age” has a colorful history, not all of which applies to me. The in-your-face humor that many “women of a certain age” adopt isn’t exactly my style either. Furthermore, I’m not thrilled that “women of a certain age” is linked on the Internet to words like CT scans, lumps, estrogen, colonoscopy, and osteoporosis.
I do, however, appreciate Tami’s reminder that I’ve reached “a certain age” where it’s more important than ever to hold my head high and keep a smile on my face so the skin won’t sag forward and exaggerate the wrinkles—and so the wrinkles will end up in all the right places for that matter.
I’ve already learned the importance of a smile, and I understand that carefully and deliberately choosing my thoughts is the secret to maintaining one. The hard part is keeping my head up. I often catch myself hunching over with my head down, fighting back tears of defeat and frustration over the fact that I can’t rewind and recapture my own youth, much less the youth of my children who are growing up fast and establishing lives of their own.
Maybe that’s the point of the verse, “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, who made heaven and earth” (Psalm 121:1,2). If you’re “at a certain age,” lift up your eyes and seek help from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. He is the one who helps you. And besides, it keeps the skin from sagging forward and exaggerating the wrinkles.