It's not even remotely funny this growing old thing. Ageing gracefully?...Pah! There's no choices left as to the way one wants to grow old - and one can delude oneself that it's a manageable process but it's not!.
I mean, there's all this happy happy joy joy thing with being the sweet little ol' gran whose grandchildren adore and love to be around. Well what is that? - is that a reward for being the conduit that created that reality? Who cares? - not me!.
I have to confess to loving my gran' with a passion and I know it was returned but did I truly appreciate the person that was her? I don't think I did in the way that I should have done - been more mindful and aware of her ageing process - I was 20 when she passed away and over the years have had many regrets that there were some gaps left of my making where she was concerned.
As my beautiful Mum went through her ageing processes I took a step back, not because my love for her lessened, in fact it grew stronger but on reflection that's what she was - a mirror in which I could see myself, and I did not enjoy the view - see what I mean about not managing the process?.
I can accept that growing old is inevitable and sometimes I do think about those who passed away in their prime, still young, cut off from living a full life or in some instances even beginning one and question my angst around growing old but in all honesty - on a particularly bad dotage day - I often wonder who is luckier - me or them?
As for bad dotage days where pain becomes a constant companion, well we've added to our family....so...good morning arthritis, rheumatics, heart disease, sleep apnoea, hypertension (waves to dementia waiting in the wings) and all the rest of the whanau...Have a good day! - and I'll be struggling to do the same....and as I said in my title...my growing old is personal - to me!.