
Going Grey
Shrieks of childrens’ happy laughter greeted me
Parents with babies sprawled happily on the lawn.
I stood at the edge of the blanket, with the intention of joining them.
I paused, for just a moment, to make sure my grandson was happy and playing with his friends.
In that moment of hesitation, a very kind, very youthful, mom asked me if I would like her to pull the bench over for me to sit on.
“It’s a long way down!” she quipped.
I almost did a flik flak, in my efforts to show how easily I could sit down on the grass with them!
It took just a moment to be relegated to old age.
Did it have something to do with the natural grey highlights appearing in my hair.
Did it have to do with Gran, being yelled, instead of Mom or Dad.
“How lovely!” they said “That you are so active a gran. Well done!”
“Hang on a minute" I thought “I’m probably only about 15 years older than some of you!”
Oh the carelessness of youth — soon you will blink and someone will offer you a bench.
Now, I just have to work on the getting up off the ground without the weird rolling motion to protect the knees bit…..
You’re only as old as you feel?
Nope — you’re as old as your hair tells other people, you are!
