This Funny Thing Called ‘Aging’
Here’s a little confession.
When I was in my teens, I wanted to be TWENTY years old so badly.
I wanted to be ‘an adult’, and NOT seen as a ‘little girl’.
I wanted people to ‘listen’ and appreciate my thoughts and what I had to say.
(Being the youngest out of four kids doesn’t help, you see)
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When I started working and was in my early twenties, I wished I had more grey hair.
*Yes, seriously. What a wish!*
I wanted to look more ‘mature’ in the eyes of my colleagues and clients.
And also, because I thought those strands of grey hair would add ‘weight’ to my performance as a young manager.
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NOW.
I’m in my mid thirties, and I have three kids.
Children call me ‘Aunty’, and younger friends call me ‘Jie-Jie’ (read: Big sister).
And, more and more strands of grey hair just keep on popping everywhere!
So.
Do I wish that I’m younger now?
Actually, no.
I’m fine with my age.
*Really*
I’m in my mid thirties, and I have three kids. Children call me ‘Aunty’, and younger friends call me ‘Jie-Jie’.
I accept this natural aging process, and I do appreciate the added ‘weight’ people naturally give to me (Thanks to me being a mother of three and those grey hair, I guess? =)
BUT.
Having said that, when I think of how I’ll be THIRTY SEVEN in less than 3 months … frankly, I still – till today – feel, ‘Really? Like, I’m going to be FORTY soon! I don’t feel like I’m 37!’
(You see, when I was in my twenties, I used to regard those who’re in their mid or late thirties to be ‘old’! Haha!)
And.
When I casually mentioned to Wilson the other day, ‘Can’t believe I’m called an ‘Aunty’ now!’, he replied, ‘But you ARE an Aunty.’
*Tsk, haiyah, okay lah, thanks*
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Btw, anyone else feels the way I do? =)
*wave hands*
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And oh, one more thing. One most important thing.
I do hope as I get more grey hair, I don’t stop learning, exploring, contributing and striving to be a blessing to others, and as long as I’m still given time and age, I hope and pray that God gives me *much* more of His wisdom, patience, strength and perseverance.
‘Cause, that’s the more important part of ‘being older’, yes?
Have a wonderful week ahead, everyone!
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Great post, thanks for sharing. A kid called me uncle a couple of days ago. I died a little inside.
I’m turning thirty three this month and frankly I prefer the me in my thirties compared to my twenties. I may have youth on my side when I was younger but there’s no denying that one gains more with age, be it in life experiences or wisdom compared to an impatient and directionless young adult. And for course having a kid now makes me look at life very differently too.
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Yes, … true, like you said, at our age now, so many things are different when compared to me in my teens and twenties …
Haha…We are all in self denial! 🙂
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The rate of this appearance of grey hair is mind-blowing too! =D