The other morning my 5 year old daughter (while the two of us were brushing our teeth) carefully examined me, and the next moment made the comment “mommy, you will be a granny soon”. Surprised I looked at her, wondering what on earth could have triggered such a strange thought? She then continued cheerfully “your hands are becoming all wrinkly, and I see that your forehead is making the same lines as on grandma’s face”. I think if it weren’t for the fact that I have promised myself long ago to one day grow old gracefully, I might have felt really depressed at that moment in time. Because everything she said was true; I am busy aging and I can’t hide it, and neither can I stop it. And to be honest, I’m proud of it! I love the fact that I can just be me, that I’m comfortable in my skin, and that every single crinkle, line and mark on my body is proof that I am alive and that I have lived!
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