I just caught up with Lori Alexander’s post on beauty fading from a Christian (Proverbs 31 wife) perspective. You can find it here (it’s great)!
I do think about aging quite a bit, to me it’s nice, but I’m also aware that maybe it hasn’t really “hit” me yet. When I’m sleep deprived, which is more often than not these days 🙂 , I DO feel like the Crypt Keeper lol. But when our baby girl actually goes the full night sleeping (very rare), I wake up and feel fresh again.
But I’m getting older, there’s no mistaking that.
To me, aging is a privilege.
“Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by living a godly life.”
Seeing my husband get older is actually quite sexy! I love knowing we’re “growing old together.” It’s very fulfilling in a way that’s hard to describe.
Seeing elderly couples who you know, are actually still in love, touches my heart!
I think I’m lucky I married a man who is a dreamer ❤ and together we regularly talk about our plans for when we’re older. The hopefulness of grandchildren, where we’ll take them, how much we’ll just enjoy having (hopefully) a lot of family around us during the holidays. The real test of our parenting and relationship with our children will be when they’re finally adults and whether or not they want to spend time with us. Our oldest son has brought up pretty often that he loves being with us and will be devastated when he moves out – I’m sure he won’t be as devastated when he becomes that age 🙂 , and I do assure him he’ll be “ready,” but at least right now, he tears up and says how much he loves living with us. Everyone gets older whether they want to or not… as sad as it seems, at least it brings new chapters in life to explore as adventures. I’d rather embrace these things than run away screaming from them.
But even with saying all that, we still look pretty young – which is good and bad.
Just today a woman at the playground I was at with my children was talking to me, then suddenly actually asked me out of the blue, how old I was lol! This does happen sometimes, and I don’t get it… it’s a little strange to ask a complete stranger how old they are in my book! But I told her, and she was surprised and said how it was because I look so young and yet I have 3 kids. She told me I don’t look older than 25. A couple of months ago an elderly woman with her grand-daughter saw me grocery shopping alone, wearing my husband’s high school football shirt (where her grand-daughter just graduated), and thought I was probably from her graduating class! When I told her how we’d been married 10 years, and had 3 kids, her mouth literally fell open. Still shocked, she told me I looked 18.
I do sometimes wonder if the very cushy life I’ve lived, being married to a good man, having his babies and being able to stay home with them, has led to me still look younger than I would have if I had chosen a different path. We definitely don’t have much stress aside from his job and some financial tightness of me not working. But overall, we both feel very comfortable and happy – we have so many blessings we feel guilt over them at times.
But this is something I want my daughter to know and understand. Even when you beauty does fade, and you start to really show your age (whenever that magically happens), I want her to enjoy it.
Part of enjoying it is enjoying (like Lori A. said in her post linked at the beginning) the relationships you’ve built up over the years with your husband and children.
I do think a large part of why I’m not afraid of growing older is because I feel so secure in the life we live together. The Bible does say perfect love casts out fear. My husband’s love for me, his enjoyment of growing older together with me, is probably the source of the happiness I can feel when I imagine being a grandmother myself.
It’s like the ultimate reward for a life well-lived.