"I'll get that for you, ma'am," the young Target cashier said as Claire (my 16-month old) threw something out of the cart. "You've got your hands full."
"Ma'am?" Who's the ma'am around here? Not me. Ma'ams or Madam's are old people.
I was relaying this story to a friend and she responded with, "Kelly, we are old." Next year, we'll celebrate our 20th high school reunion. We're approaching the latter part of our thirties. Many of us have had doctors appointments identifying that we can't do what we used to do. Most of the time, a good night's sleep is the preference over a heavy night of drinking/socializing or dressing up. And well yes, we're not spring chickens.
But I don't feel old. Do you?
I remember my grandparents relaying that youth is in the spirit, the mind, and the attitude...it has nothing to do with a birth date. My grandmother said that she knew plenty of whipper snappers younger than she that were old and boring.
So it was at the gym last weekend that I found myself with a huge smile on my face. Two older people walked in...he in running shorts with a fabulous beard and she with a yoga mat and beautiful glistening hair. He jumped on a recumbent bike while she grabbed a towel to head to the yoga studio. And as she was walking away he cried out, "Goodbye my love...enjoy your session."
So fabulous. I pray that when I'm in my 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's...that I'm still feeling young, taking care of my body and mind, and loving the life that I've been given.