It's nothing anybody has said. It's just me. I look in the mirror and wonder who that middle-aged, frumpy lady is looking back. It doesn't help that I've put on a few pounds, or that I'm beginning to need glasses for reading, or that I've got a few greys popping up, or that I feel achey getting out of bed in the morning and can't keep up the pace on our family outings, or that I can't manage to pour myself into the cute stretch knits of today, or that my pretty hands are getting wrinkly and dotted with age spots.
Ok, and having someone at the hospital think that I was my sister's mother--the baby's grandmother! Or that people constantly think that my mom and I are sisters. (We do have a VERY strong resemblance and her makes her feel great!) Doesn't really help!
Luckily, my kids constatly shower me with love and compliments. And my sweetheart is as tender and dear as ever. It's just me. I guess I need to come to terms with age. It's all apart of life, anyway. My kids are getting older, so I guess I have to look the part of their mother. My biggest motivation for wanting to look young and beautiful is for my handsome honey---I always want to look good by his side. He thinks I do. Maybe that is all that matters!
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