Bear,
It has been a terrible morning. I got up this morning and stumbled over to the sink to brush my teeth. And as I looked in the mirror, I saw that my body was taken by the body-snatchers and replaced by another one.
MY MOTHER’S!!
How can this be? When did I get to be old, and when did I start to look like my Mother?
I realize I am getting a bit long in the tooth. I know I have some gray hairs, and a few wrinkles here and there. But when did I become old looking?
I guess I should have suspected it when the young cute guys would call me “Ma’am”. Maybe I should have gotten a clue when some people at work began asking me when I planned on retiring, or when I last saw the Dr, I was asked if I still got my periods.
What’s next? Will I be shuffled on to an airplane on my next vacation with those needing “extra assistance”. Will they wheel out the wheelchair for me?
I gotta tell you Bear, that glance in the mirror this morning, woke me up with a start. I became so startled
that I noticed another horrifying thing! My double chin!! The final conversion in becoming my Mother. The transformation is complete. The shock of it had me jump back, and it or should I say, THEY? Well, THEY flopped side to side and nearly made me lose my balance.
Why do I have that double chin? I don’t need two chins. One was enough, thank you very much. Does it (they) serve a purpose? Perhaps to store something that the body needs? That’s it! I have gone from being a dromedary to a bactrian (double humped camel) overnight. If I ever need a fat transplant, and a skin graft, they can take it from my chin, and leave the rest of me intact.
I know, if I were to shed some pounds, maybe I would lose one of the chins. But then…maybe all that would be gone would be the fat, leaving me with loose skin. Then I would look like a turkey, with a sail under the chin.
I guess, as long as just look like my Mother…and don’t act like her, maybe I will be OK. I just need to get over the shock. I only wish I could be eternally cute, just like you, Bear!
