Just a Little Girl

When I was just a little girl of seven and lost my two front teeth, I longed to be grown-up, and could not wait for the day I turned seventeen.

That day arrived, I now was a young girl of seventeen, sporting a shaggy-dog hairstyle, wearing John Lennon glasses, psychedelic or tie-dyed bell-bottoms, and mini-skirts, and my idols were Twiggy, and The Beatles. I worked hard at being groovy baby, no funky boutiques for me, so I had to make my own clothes and became the queen of tie-dyeing, started doing it for my friends as well ;)

I felt I'd become of age, but, still lived under the strict rule of Mom and Dad, with four younger brothers who terrorised each other.
Even though there was much laughter and no lack of love in our home, I longed for freedom, to be a working gal, and make my own way in the world.

Ten years on, at twenty-seven, I'd not only entered the working world, but was married, and already had my two sons, the youngest still a little babe. Life couldn't be better, although I was, and still am, a real mother hen, always anxious about my boys when they were/ are now, out of sight!

As time went on, the goalposts of being OLD kept on changing.

As someone said:

The older you get, the older, old, becomes!

In my mind's eye, I'm still young, although the mirror tells a different story, and neither am I 'knocking on heaven's door' just yet!

My days are busier than ever before, in fact, there are not enough hours in the day to do the things I set out to do; it's almost as if I'm trying to squeeze out as much as I can of each day.

Now that I've reached the big seventy, I look back and realize how we wish our lives away - when we're young, we long to be older, and when old, we want to be a little kid of seven again!

Why not just embrace whatever phase of life we are in, and live in the moment?

Time waits for no one, so make the most of every day!