Looking Your Age
Getting older is not for sissies. I have had grey or white hair for nearly 15 years (I had to check some older photographs to be sure), so I look a bit older than my 57 years. I have been offered senior citizen discounts for over ten years now. At first, I was ready to beat the crap out of the teenager at Taco Bell that offered me my first discount; then I thought...why not? A buck is a buck. My wife, on the other hand, looks younger. She is 62; five years my senior - eligible for early Social Security, and a legal recipient of the coveted senior discount.
Since we both work together in the same clinic and commute in the same vehicle, we walk out together through the waiting room. Several boys about age 5 or 6 were sitting there watching television. One of them - one of my wife's patients - noticed us walking by.
"Is that your Dad?" he said, while pointing in my direction.
Of course, I did what any normal, reactionary medical provider would do under the same or similar circumstances. I picked him up and tried to kick his little butt, as he laughed and screamed. My wife thought it was great comment.
My next door neighbor married later in life to a younger woman. He was about 63; his wife was about 40. They had a ten year old son. One evening, they called me when he started to have chest pain. Although it did not seem cardiac in nature, I called an ambulance just in case. I decided to accompany him and his young son to the hospital in a separate car, mostly so I could bring him home when he was (hopefully) released. As he registered at the ER, a kindly receptionist put a sympathetic arm around the ten year old.
"Your grandfather will be just fine," she said.
"That's NOT my grandfather. That's my dad!" Of course, I pointed out that I was just a neighbor; not the father.
Working in a pediatric office, I see many examples of people "not looking their ages" - from the parents (grandparents?) to even the kids.
Children are maturing earlier now; especially the girls. Some blame it on our calorie-rich diet; others blame it on hidden hormones in our food and water or genetic aberrations. You expect a nine-year old to be just a little child, playing with dolls and such. You do not expect them to have breasts and other maturation signs like a 12 year old. By the time they do reach twelve, they are wearing some very suggestive clothing and look like they are 16 or 17. Parents are letting them wear low-riding pants that show most of their belly down to the pubis; and showing about an inch of their butt cracks. Some have (real) belly-button rings and sport fake tattoos.
Some of the mothers in my practice dress like the kids (or vice versa). Some appear too young to even have kids (they like to hear that), and of course, not all of them are the biological mothers. Some of the mothers are the younger, second wives - the step-mothers. And, a few of the young-looking mothers are actually the grandmothers! I routinely ask ANY woman accompanying a child if they are the parent or not. I don't assume anything...anymore.
When I was a kid, all we had to make us look bigger were candy cigarettes. Now, 40 years later, some of us are getting candy cancer from them. When I was a teenager, I desperately wanted to look older. I would color in my blonde mustache with my mother's eyebrow pencil so people could see it. As soon as my armpit and chest hair started growing in, I wanted to keep my shirt off at the pool. Now, 40 years later, I have hair growing out of my ears and covering my back like some kind of Sasquatch. Of course, my hair is just about white, so I guess it would be closer to the Abominable Snowman, or even Santa. Santa, of course, is ageless. I don't even think that Santa was ever a child. You never see any baby pictures of Santa, so that troubles me a bit.
With age comes wisdom, so I guess it is okay to look older...but, not too old. I never remember my grandmother as anything but old. I figured out that when I was six or seven years old, she was about 57 - my age!
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Since we both work together in the same clinic and commute in the same vehicle, we walk out together through the waiting room. Several boys about age 5 or 6 were sitting there watching television. One of them - one of my wife's patients - noticed us walking by.
"Is that your Dad?" he said, while pointing in my direction.
Of course, I did what any normal, reactionary medical provider would do under the same or similar circumstances. I picked him up and tried to kick his little butt, as he laughed and screamed. My wife thought it was great comment.
My next door neighbor married later in life to a younger woman. He was about 63; his wife was about 40. They had a ten year old son. One evening, they called me when he started to have chest pain. Although it did not seem cardiac in nature, I called an ambulance just in case. I decided to accompany him and his young son to the hospital in a separate car, mostly so I could bring him home when he was (hopefully) released. As he registered at the ER, a kindly receptionist put a sympathetic arm around the ten year old.
"Your grandfather will be just fine," she said.
"That's NOT my grandfather. That's my dad!" Of course, I pointed out that I was just a neighbor; not the father.
Working in a pediatric office, I see many examples of people "not looking their ages" - from the parents (grandparents?) to even the kids.
Children are maturing earlier now; especially the girls. Some blame it on our calorie-rich diet; others blame it on hidden hormones in our food and water or genetic aberrations. You expect a nine-year old to be just a little child, playing with dolls and such. You do not expect them to have breasts and other maturation signs like a 12 year old. By the time they do reach twelve, they are wearing some very suggestive clothing and look like they are 16 or 17. Parents are letting them wear low-riding pants that show most of their belly down to the pubis; and showing about an inch of their butt cracks. Some have (real) belly-button rings and sport fake tattoos.
Some of the mothers in my practice dress like the kids (or vice versa). Some appear too young to even have kids (they like to hear that), and of course, not all of them are the biological mothers. Some of the mothers are the younger, second wives - the step-mothers. And, a few of the young-looking mothers are actually the grandmothers! I routinely ask ANY woman accompanying a child if they are the parent or not. I don't assume anything...anymore.
When I was a kid, all we had to make us look bigger were candy cigarettes. Now, 40 years later, some of us are getting candy cancer from them. When I was a teenager, I desperately wanted to look older. I would color in my blonde mustache with my mother's eyebrow pencil so people could see it. As soon as my armpit and chest hair started growing in, I wanted to keep my shirt off at the pool. Now, 40 years later, I have hair growing out of my ears and covering my back like some kind of Sasquatch. Of course, my hair is just about white, so I guess it would be closer to the Abominable Snowman, or even Santa. Santa, of course, is ageless. I don't even think that Santa was ever a child. You never see any baby pictures of Santa, so that troubles me a bit.
With age comes wisdom, so I guess it is okay to look older...but, not too old. I never remember my grandmother as anything but old. I figured out that when I was six or seven years old, she was about 57 - my age!
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