My great-aunt Thelma told me once that age is a mind over matter, if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.

I was in my mid 20s when she told me this nugget of wisdom. At the time I laughed because coming from an 80-year-young woman that’s a pretty funny statement. And Aunt Thelma truly didn’t mind how old she was. And if you spent any time with her you wouldn’t either. She lived life to the fullest and wore her age well.

I’ve thought of Aunt Thelma a lot this week. I’ll celebrate another birthday soon and I’m trying to remember her wise words. And, for the first year, I think it’s working. I’ll say this, I don’t feel my age. I don’t feel sad about turning another year older. Yes, it’s hard to see the extra gray hairs. The wrinkles I could do away with, too. But I’ve learned a lot in my lifetime and each day I become a better person for it.

For instance, I’ve learned that no matter how hard I try every morning when I back my car out of the driveway I’m going to drive off the curb. I have no explanation for this. I can try to steer out of it. But still, it’s off the curb for me. I can even park the car perfectly in the garage the night before. But every morning it’s the same story. I’ve escaped injury to the mailbox, but I can’t insure it won’t happen eventually.

I’ve also learned that life is short. Enjoy it while you have it. I know Aunt Thelma did. That’s why you shouldn’t drink cheap wine when the good stuff is right there. I don’t remember Aunt Thelma’s stance on libations, but I would hope she’d agree with me.

I’ve learned to not sweat the small stuff, too. When someone cuts me off in traffic or if someone is rude in the grocery store I just let it slide. Kill them with kindness, I say. Smile and give a little prayer that their day improves.

I’ve realized that a women’s work is never done and a man’s work is never right in the eyes of a woman. Or maybe that’s what my husband has learned. Needless to say, I’ve learned that none of us are perfect and sometimes the only thing you can offer is forgiveness.

Also, and ladies you can tell me if this is normal or not, but I just feel better about myself. Sure, my figure could be better. My hair could be shinier. My skin could be brighter, too. But I still look in the mirror and see a woman that I know Aunt Thelma would be proud of. A woman that has confidence to wear that red lipstick on a regular basis instead of saving it for those special occasions that seem to never come.

So, Aunt Thelma thank you for your wisdom. Thank you for your kindness and here’s hoping that I age as gracefully as you did.

Shana Adkisson 366-3544 sadkisson@normantranscript.com

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