Wynter Rose (age 21 months) takes advantage of a beautiful Spring day playing with puppies!
It’s rather embarrassing to write this article after realizing just a few months ago that I have reached the GOLDEN GIRL age! If you remember the old TV series, THE GOLDEN GIRLS, then you will understand what I'm talking about. The show was about four single ladies who shared a home and each had their own bedroom while sharing the rest of the house. Each lady was a different age, with conflicting personalities. The show was humorous, but I think it was funny to me because I looked at them as old ladies who still acted young.
Now it has happened to me and in the strangest of ways. I had started working out at the YMCA and started talking to a young man who was apparently a body builder. I was excited to tell him that in my early 30's I was also in very good shape and told him how much weight I could bench press and squat. All I got from him was a weird look and, “Yes, Mam, that sounds nice.”
You would think I would have had enough sense to have stopped there and realize that was almost 30 years ago, but no, I continued to show my body building photo to just about anyone who gave me an opportunity. I think I was trying to connect. I truly got the realization when I confided to friend after sharing with him that I wanted to start woking out with weights again, and he asked, “At your age, why care?” What I wanted was encouragement! Those few words kicked me hard! I ran as fast as possible to a mirror and looked at myself seriously. Had it really been that long?
I realized I have looked like a fool to several people when I was only trying to say, ‘Look, I was young! I was in good shape!’ This has wound up being one of the most embarrassing situations I have ever made in my entire life as I have realized they looked at me and saw a senior citizen who had perhaps lost her marbles and they could care less about my mid-life crisis. Should I give up even trying to at least tone up? I just had a birthday in February and I am not ready to give up on getting toned and in shape, no matter what the cost, as long as my body doesn’t give up on me!
The other realities that have hit me hard is the fact that my granddaughter's friends parent's don't seem to accept me as belonging in their group at school. I don't think they understand that every time they say, "Yes Mam", or "No Mam", to me that it still floors me and makes me feel ancient. I try to ask them to call me 'Rosie', and am usually told, "Oh my mother would die if I didn't respect my elders". Well, I personally think it should be my decision. Take the time to compare it to an important person named, John Smith, and when you call him, Mr Smith, he says, “Oh, just call me, John.” Respectfully, you would probably call him, John. That is what I feel I am doing, when someone continues to call me, “Mam.” I feel I have the right to ask, “Please call me, Rosie.”
Recently, I saw a lady on a TV talk show (age 72) who had started working out with weights in her 60's and had the body of a 40 year old woman. I wanted to do the same. Of course, I didn't realize I had to start out with very light weights and immediately tore my rotator cuff. Then I was in a car crash and had a seat belt injury and had to have neck and back surgery. After that the regular machine or weights exercises made me feel as if my bones were grinding together.
Thankfully, I have found that water aerobic therapy is working better than anything I could have imagined! The first day I started, I could barely move the next morning! I didn't realize the extreme workout I had performed. Now it is as if when I go the water gives me the lift and feeling of being on air and there is no pounding the pavement or grinding my bones together. I get a great workout and have witnessed some muscle toning.
Also, guess what? I've met some other Golden Girls who have the same objective and I don't feel left out anymore. For several years I've tried to adapt to a life of being the mother to my nine year old granddaughter since she was 2 and I have not been working except to do part time sitting jobs. So I have not had the social setting I had when I sold advertising and wrote a weekly column since 1998. I was at one time a social butterfly who loved selling advertising for different publications.
After feeling misplaced for several years and having problems of trying to adjust to the life of being a home maker, and being a mother to my nine year old granddaughter, I have started to re-invent myself. I am writing a blog online. I am a co-author in a book that came out on amazon.com a few months ago. I’m in the process of writing as a co-author in another book coming out in April. The story is s about the relationship I had with my maternal grandmother. And I am getting to know new people trying to get in touch with new friends on FB and share my blog. It’s just a different way to fit in. I have my small church also that I love very much. I have two great grandchildren that I love to spend time with along with all my immediate family members and a few old friends.
My resolution is to tell people my daddy was wise when he said, "I just turned around one day and I was an old man! I didn't see it coming!" Well, my daddy was right about that one and my advice would be to enjoy your life and be thankful for each day. It is true that time and taxes will catch up with all of us eventually!
My only concern now, is that I still face the embarrassment of sharing that photo of me as a 35 year old body-builder to the younger generation who could not understand that I was not trying to flirt, but to share a part of my life with them and to tell them, ‘It ain’t over, ’til it’s over! I may be getting older, but I’m not dead, yet!’
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