Suddenly a Senior!

My Mother who was stunning in her youth and into her middle years thought of herself as young even into her 8th and 9th decade of life. She believed she could do anything and never lost interest in living.

She rarely discussed aging, perhaps thinking it might cramp her busy lifestyle, however one day after she took up residence in longterm care with dementia, I visited on her 88th birthday. Handing her a birthday card wishing her a happy 88th she looked puzzled as she opened it.  Softly and incredulously she asked: “Am I really 88?” “Yes” I responded. “Shit!!!” she shrieked. And femme fatale was suddenly a senior.


My very own suddenly a senior moment came recently when a grocery cashier asked if I needed assistance with my groceries. Shocked, I wondered how she could possibly ask that question unless..she knew! But how could she possibly know my real age when I worked so hard to avoid being identified as belonging to that demographic?

Didn’t I walk my dog daily for a good 45-60 minutes? Hadn’t I engaged in a years long discipline of resistance training? (Of late I admit I had been on a bit of a hiatus) but did I not cream and moisturize every night in an effort to delay the inevitable – and hadn’t I found a great stylist who had coloured my hair and given it a chic young look? Plus, didn’t my husband’s doctor confuse me as his daughter? All good I thought.

Don’t I have a stellar driving record, being careful to pause at stop signs and red lights, never allowing my impatience to override due care and attention? Am I not super careful to never back over pedestrians or into buildings?

I myself avoid walking behind cars driven by other seniors – or in front of them and have yet to understand why seniors who must have passed a driver’s exam at some point, have more traffic accidents than any other demographic and are more likely to become a fatality if involved in one, even beating out male teenage drivers. But that’s not me.

Nor have I ever joined a Seniors Centre..because that’s just for older people.

Nevertheless, my own Seniorhood was apparently no longer a secret! Stunned by an offer of assistance I had to ask what was it about me that tipped off this clerk.

Who Knew The Downside of Registering for Senior Discounts?

Then, a eureka moment… I remembered that when I signed up for a discount card at this particular grocer, they requested your date of birth and as a courtesy to their customers will ask anyone over 65 if they need help getting from the store to their car – because many do. So I had been outed by the information I myself had provided on that discount card and it was now all up on that clerk’s screen!

Whew! that was a close call. As I gathered myself together and left the store – just to prove my birthday had nothing whatsoever to do with my biological age or physical capabilities, I walked more brisky than usual to my car, hoping that someone would notice.

Everyone Looks So Old!

Who hasn’t been surprised when seeing a media icon for the first time in years, noting how much they’ve aged? Who hasn’t seen a picture of an ex and felt a small glimmer of glee noting that his or her hair is now white and much thinner than you remember? It was always someone else. Until now. Until that grocery clerk.

Who hasn’t stared into their iPhone attempting their first selfie and seeing their own aging visage staring back at them, reconsidered? The old saying “the camera never lies” has never been more true than now. If we were once photogenic, our relationship with the camera is now over unless we’re shooting birds or other wildlife.

What woman heavily invested in her looks for most of her life isn’t sobered in the knowledge that she no longer turns heads in public? And what man doesn’t keep a close inventory on how much of his head is still growing hair vs how much is no longer there?

What woman isn’t shocked to learn at her yearly physical that as her height has diminished, her waistline has expanded to compensate? Life is not fair.

You’re Never Really Suddenly a Senior – Because the Process Is Gradual

The truth is that becoming a senior is never that sudden. Aging happens gradually – so incrementally we sometimes fail to notice subtle changes. Some are not quite so subtle – like that jawline no longer taut, or my favorite – the nasolabial folds – with chicken neck running a close second. And then comes the ultimate insult: word that losing weight actually ages you. Aging may be gradual but it is also unrelenting.

There’s the issue of accepting that you really do need reading glasses and possibly a hearing aide too while you’re at it. People around you are complaining about having to repeat themselves 2 or 3 times. You counter by accusing them of mumbling.

Bedtime ritual has become exhausting with so many things needing to be done before we turn out the lights. Medication must be taken, something sore needs soaking or the application of some painkilling linament needs to happen, and creaming all the wrinkled and dry spots is now a priority. Finally there’s the CPAP …

We do note that our energy bursts, if and when they happen, last for shorter periods –  that a 2-hour walk finds us flagging with yet another hour to go before reaching our destination and our knees are telling us something. Bedtime comes earlier and our car keys have a way of concealing themselves whenever we have an important appointment. Plus, we see the doctor more often.

Slowing Down the Inevitable

So what do we do if we wish to continue on this highway to Seniorhood, level Advanced and still preserve some youthfulness? Experts once again tell us that we have to eat healthfully, avoid stress, exercise more, drink lots of water and plan our meals around berries and pomegranite juice.

We must remind ourselves of the alternative to aging and buck up. Let’s practice gratitude for our years on this planet and for the wisdom  gained over a lifetime, for the fact that perhaps we have finally grown up; are less judgemental, less inclined to engage in conflict or hysterics – for the fact that we have made it this far – even if our hair defies us, comes out in the shower and insists on turning silver.

Acceptance is the challenge. I think I can manage all this and will bravely soldier on. And now that I have been identified, I do plead guilty. I am a senior. Just don’t ask me to fill out another discount card. It’s definitely not worth it.



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