Sep. 19, 2017

Fabulous Fifties

 

Until one crosses over 50 years of age, one doesn’t understand what it feels like to be half a century old.

It sneaks up on you. You wake up one day and you are like a scene from the movie Titanic. You were once a beautiful young girl being sketched by an artist; then, in the blink of an eye, you are an old lady reliving her life through memories. 

Don’t get me wrong; aging isn’t all bad.  Especially for women. We typically find ourselves, gain more confidence, become less intimidated by what people think, and stop having PMS. Sorry. TMI. 

Also, don’t get me wrong; I haven’t seen 50 in about 9 years. In fact, I am preparing to cross over into those 60’s. But, hey! Sixty is the new 40! No worries. 

I don’t feel almost 60 years old. I remember a line from Barbara Stanwick’s character in the movie Thornbirds, where she says, “There is a very young woman in this old woman’s body.” Some days I can relate. Other days, I don’t feel so young. 

What makes me feel older is watching my sons age. When your grandchildren grow taller than you, you feel old (and short). What makes me feel older is seeing all my friends looking so much older than me.  Just kidding. 

What really makes me feel older is the way those younger than me treat me. I’m going to be honest. From some, I get a great deal of respect; more than I deserve. There is a group, however, who seems to think it is time to send folks my age out to pasture. They act as if we have nothing more to contribute and we need to move out of the way to allow the younger people to take over.

The bible is clear on mutual respect regardless of gender, age, race, and social standing. Believe it or not, when you cross 50 and stare 60 in the face, you have many more life experiences to draw upon than does a 30-something person. About twice as much. 

Generational rifts would not exist if the older folks would respect the younger folks and vice versa. Generational rifts exist when we fail to obey the command to love our neighbor as ourselves. When we see ourselves (or those our age or near to it) as more important and valuable to our society, we fail to live up to God’s expectations spiritually and generationally. 

Those younger than me think I am old. Those my age see me as “just right” and those older than me often believe I am young and naïve. I’ve been hanging around the older group a lot more lately.