March 7, 2006

Through the Ages

There is a seven year age difference between Wendy and me. It used to bother me, but it doesn't any more. We're meant to be together despite the gap. Or because of the gap. I stopped thinking about it years ago.


On our recent New Years beach trip, we were playing a trivia game about the 1980s. Our friend Marcie, the one who just celebrated her 24th birthday for the fifth time, said, "In 1987, I was eleven years old."

I followed with, "In 1987, I was a married suburban housewife with a two-year old."

We all laughed.


Today is my friend Tina's birthday, the day she catches up with me and we are the same age for a few months. Happy birthday, Dirt. Don't stand too close to the cake or your hair will look like your husband's did after he ignited the yulelog this past Christmas.


We had dinner Saturday with the only other lesbian couple we know locally. They are both 53. The conversation turned briefly to hot flashes. Wendy and I both posed interested questions. Then it dawned on me if they are having hot flashes and are 53, I'm closer than I like to imagine to hot flashes of my own.


Folks I've known while I was an adult and they were children are now becoming adults themselves. Once they either graduate high school or hit 18, whichever comes last, I expect them to quit calling me Ms. *insert my last name here* and start calling me Suzanne. The transition is easier for some than others.


Our neighbor is an older woman. She has children my age. No no, strike that. She has children Wendy's age. I want to be an old lady like her: sharp, capable, independent and caring.


There's not really a point to sharing these tidbits. Except to say I'm fortunate enough to have the influence of friends of many generations in my life.

There's something to be learned from everyone, no matter their age. Best be sure you're paying attention.



C said...

And I consider myself very lucky to have you, over the blogosphere, as a friend. I can't agree more on how wonderful and special it is to be able to count women (esp women!) of all ages as friends and confidants on this crazy-ass journey we call life.

Deborah said...

Ditto !

Geeky Dragon Girl said...

Ooh! Ooh! And me too! What she said!

Jennifer said...

Wisdom is ageless and appreciation is timeless.

And you, my friend, are priceless.

Elizabeth said...

and for everything else, there's Mastercard.

Crystal A. Fox, M.Ed. said...

age is only a number...and it's a number that changes every year, so what's the big whoo haa?

Sandra Scoppettone said...

That's easy to say when you're 27. It's a lot more than just a number. Wait.

Elizabeth said...

Age is zen. It's more than just a number while being only a number.

But...Crystal, when you start getting lines on that lovely face of yours and you need to get reading glasses because you can't see up-close anymore and stuff starts to fall and it won't get back up without plastic surgery and you go into a club and you realize you just might be the oldest person there and while that might not be a big deal, it is something you'll notice. Or, you'll refrain from going to a club because you'll be the oldest person there.

That's when age is more than just a number.

Geeky Dragon Girl said...

I like to hang out at the grocery store. There are always people older than me (and dressed worse than me) there.

Crystal A. Fox, M.Ed. said...


I'm 27 and I already feel like the oldest person at the club... but that is the Philadelphia LGBTQ club scene for you. :)

I think that a lot of our "issues" with age do not really come from our own personal discontent with growing old but of society and our reactions to "their" thoughts (mostly negative) surrounding the aging process.

I can't wait for the day I can have my school loans paid off, move out of an apartment, be considered an adult by my parents (wait, that might never happen)...YAY AGE! *cheerleading kick*