You might be almost middle-aged…
… if your new glasses prescription includes invisible bifocals so you don’t have to hold your song book at arms length in order to read it in church.
… if you buy a ginormous box of plastic wrap on Amazon, because you now have plenty of dishes that require wider than standard width plastic wrap.
… if you double most recipes so that you have leftovers or extra food for the freezer because the food is always evaporating and the people are always hungry and you have become philosophical about this situation.
…if you become excited about a few hours of lawn mowing to relax and think quiet thoughts in a loud place, and you no longer have to worry about little people spilling milk while you’re mowing.
… if you find yourself debating conundrums such as, ” Why are the Dutch blitz cards on the dryer?” And you can’t figure out why nobody seems to put their things away in the right place, while stumbling over your own shoes at the door.
… If you have bad dreams about looking into a mirror and seeing that you are growing so many chin hairs you could call it a beard.
… if you play a game of softball with the cousins at the family reunion, and every other person either has to have a pinch hitter because of shoulder issues, or a runner because their knees are rickety.
… if you take great pleasure in feeding birds and quietly watching gardens grow and looking at other people’s landscaping.
… if you can’t sleep unless you have the right pillow, not one like the right pillow, but the exact one.
… If you honestly do not get what your children are talking about, and they wonder what century you were born in, and you laugh because it certainly wasn’t this century.
But…If you have learned to squeeze the hilarity out of the weird aches and idiosyncrasies that you used to think went with being old, and you know you’re not actually old yet, that’s kind of funny.
It’s oddly fun to know that you know stuff because you’ve lived it, but you don’t really feel like everybody else has to know it the same way.
It’s liberating to accept your limitations, be comfortable in your own skin, and walk on cheerfully even when you have peasant feet that aren’t cute in flip flops.
It’s wonderful to dust off a dormant dream, and trot it out into the light now that you have a bit of time to pursue it.
It’s nice to relax a little about getting everything done, because you finally understand that you won’t get everything done and it’s more restful this way, doing the next thing and stopping when it’s time to sleep.
It is easier to be faithful with what is right in front of you when you give up the burden of taking care of the whole world.
It is good to use your gifts and no longer care if nobody notices, because you understand a little how insignificant you are in the whole scheme of things, and yet you know that you are required to endure to the end, so you keep going and commit the end results to God.
I like this season. Really.
It’s just a season, but it’s a good one. Mostly.
I could live without the chin hairs.