When my husband said, “Middle age is the richest time,” I thought, “No way.” Too often, middle age feels like loss—of youth, of a sense of possibility, of elders I love.
No denying, those really are jowls, and since I’m not inclined to have plastic surgery, they’re here to stay. Lovely.
The big 6-0 isn’t that far off and I meant to have accomplished more—published more for sure.
My 92-year-old Mom is slipping a lot faster. Her short-term memory has gone on strike, so we have the same conversations again and again. “Are you coming for the baby shower? No Mom, I can’t. I’ll be in Arizona that weekend,” and the next day, “Are you coming to the baby shower? No, Mom . . . ” At 90, she managed her household and finances. Now her kids take care of that. To be expected, but still. I miss her smart competent self.
As Dad, who died three years ago would say, “Aging isn’t for the faint of heart.” No kidding.
So I had to know why my husband, who isn’t prone to positive affirmations or yippee-skippiness of any sort, would say middle age is the richest time.
“Because at middle age, you can see forward and you can see back. We can vividly recall the experiences our kids are having and we can see how it we’ll be in 30 years.” Hmmm, maybe.
As each of our sons approached their senior year in college, leaving college for the so-called “real world” looked scary to them. My 22-year-old self was panicky, “Whoa, I gotta get serious. I gotta get a plan. But I don’t have a clue.”
When each son moved to his first apartment, I recalled how much fun it was to make a place my own. Like mine, their places were furnished with a combination of hand-me-downs and the discount store shower curtain and towels they chose for themselves.
When they talk about their girlfriends, I remember the low hum of excitement I felt when I was going out with someone new. I know what a milestone it is to realize that even though I had a fight with the guy I was dating, we worked through it and we were still together.
So from the vantage point of middle age, I think, “Yes, it is a rich time. I’ve experienced so many things. I know so much more about life. My guys will figure it out too as they get older.”
Then the glow of that wisdom and those fine memories fades a little. I think of Mom again and dread her loss and the loss of my own capabilities as I age. I tell my husband, “I look at Mom and I’m afraid I’ll be just like her. I forget stuff now!” He wisely says, “Yeah, but your 90’s are a lo o n n ng way off. Don’t waste today worrying about what may or may not happen tomorrow.”
So I pull back from the brink. This man, this life. I am rich.
How do you view middle age? If you’re not there yet, what do you expect? If you’re already middle-aged, what’s it look like?
2 responses to “Bam! Another one off the bucket list.”
This is great! I’m excited you got to do something on your list that was important to you.
Thanks Shelly for reading.