I don't feel as old as I am.
I don't know what I really look like.
I don't get me most of the time.
At sixty, I still laugh at all the crude, crazy things my kids do.
My eyes look out of a body I don't recognize.
And while I don't wear faddish clothes, I like to glam it up.
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But most troubling of all, my head is in a transition I don't get yet.
No longer anyone's child since my mother died this past August, I have strangely become the matriarch of my family.
Kids, family, pals and pets are drawn like little magnets to my sphere.
Friends and colleagues seek my counsel.
Yet, I am not ready to accept it all because when I do, I will really need to accept the fact that I'm getting old.
And, while I am thrilled to be the center of this wheel of fortunate outcomes, the role is still new to me.
These expectations, responsibilities are new to me.
I have no mother/father role models as my parents were lost souls having survived the Holocaust...
And with their emotions locked away forever.
Looking at it another way, maybe its good news:
I'm still learning to be me.
Eileen Marcus
Comments (1)
Eileen - This is an incredible post. Yes, we seek your counsel, but I, for one, do not believe age and wisdom are necessarily related.
Posted by Ralph | August 21, 2007 8:53 PM
Posted on August 21, 2007 20:53