I used to think that it was slow movement, unclear thinking, constant repetition of stories, and wrinkles that were a clear indicator of aging.
I have come to realize that although they often are, there is an even earlier indicator that we are getting to a not so great point in our lives, inflexibility and an inability to go with the flow.
It amuses me because, as I have said before, it was once thought of me that I was inflexible, mainly due to my being organized.
As I look at the childcare we have been involved in, I realize that Mary Kay and I, although definitely at a certain age, are really pretty flexible. With childcare being what it is, and our wanting to help out as well as have a part in our grandchildren’s blossoming lives, that we have really had to go with the flow.
Today we got our usual two at the current time and then our other granddaughter around lunchtime. I had to get her out at a certain time to take her to pre-school and will then go to pick her up when it is over and take her home. This is all going on while we have the other two at our house.
I guess I am patting our collective selves on the back, but I am also grateful because it has kept me from getting too set in a special routine. My weeks involve going to Oakton a few times a week, to the gym when I can, and to tutor, as well as keep up with my craziness at home.
People often look at me and ask me if I text. I am guessing it is because people my age often don’t want to. It always floors me.
I am hanging on to my flexibility.