Can You See Me Aging?

Posted on January 17, 2015 by

Aging is not ‘lost youth’ but a new stage of opportunity and strength.

Betty Friedan

It’s a winter Saturday morning, dreary and grey and bare. Outside my window I look down on my garden; the trees bare, branches arcing and cascading with delicate, raw beauty. The rose bushes are pruned, the soft flesh of the grapefruits fall with an ugly crash to the grass below. Verdant reen grass, green shrubs, green moss landscape my view, with little other color to brighten my spirits. The bones of the garden are exposed in all their raw and graceful and startling vulnerability, green but not growing. We both are waiting to bloom.

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Outside my window I set up a new bird feeder this winter, right next to the birdbath. I carefully filled it with seed, positioned it next to the safe haven of a Lavatera bush, under the bare bones of the pistache tree. I’ve followed all the steps, but still the birds flit and fly around it. Not one is perching this winter. They won’t stop where I want them to. They refuse to land. What do they have to fear? Maybe they know something I don’t.

This winter, I’m in my 50th year of this life, fifty years of aging gracefully. I can feel it in my bones, in the sinew of my shoulder, in the crick in my back when I bend down to clip the fragrant narcissus blooming in my backyard bed. It’s hard, this aging. It’s hard when Facebook flashes images of my youth; class photos from elementary school, sixteen-year-old sojourns to Stinson Beach, the goth days that stilled my soul. I click and eagerly ingest the memory, scan the photos for others I recognize in their youth. Sometimes I see them aging gracefully, too.

People see my photos and say I haven’t changed. But it stuns me, really. Physically, maybe not so much- a few pounds heavier, my face a bit fuller, my breasts a bit lower and my body baring the glorious work of motherhood. But inside, sometimes I don’t even recognize myself. I feel the stripping down happening this year, the leaves falling to the ground and in place, my bark, my branches growing and reaching and sometimes fracturing and not caring who sees.

I see my daughter’s face, clean and fresh and smiling. Her friends look just like her, really. Their eyes shine with the wisdom of college freshmen, off and eager and full of the energy that youth and growth offers. Her second decade, her time when the world is brimming with experiences, her mind teetering with the excitement of a new home, a new school, a new love.

My son towers over me, long and lanky and grinning with the kind of smile that makes me wonder. His eyes gaze with an old wisdom yet his body pulsates with the youthful need to move, to skate, to ski. His time when dreams deferred have altered his course, his world changing and he is riding it out, gracefully.

I tell my middle school students that well behaved women rarely make history. I write and read and teach and share my stories, feeling bits of raw bone shining through. I prune and rake and weed and dig, waiting to bloom, to wake up, to uncover the beauty, to expose the substance, to pull off the overgrowth. To strip down to my core, to discover the beauty of aging gracefully.

Fifty years, an indicator of a number of breaths and beats and moments my body as been growing, aging, learning. Can you see the grey and the lines and the wisdom that comes with half a century of work?

I won’t stop. I have nothing to fear.

I have everything to learn.

Can you see ME?

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Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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Comments: 20

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  • Jenn @ The Art of Better

    January 21, 2015

    This is a beautifully written piece! It is the kind of writing you just want to savor. It seems like each decade I feel like a different person also. Thank you for sharing!
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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      January 21, 2015

      Oh thank you, Jenn, for this lovely comment. Yes on becoming new each decade!

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  • Please, Don't Go Outside - mamawolfe

    January 20, 2015

    […] someday it will be pink and purple and white and alive. It’s green and lush right now, but nothing is really growing. It’s a ruse, a fake, it’s just a cover […]

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  • Nina

    January 20, 2015

    Inspiring! Yes, wisdom and experience and truth are priceless and I will take a few wrinkles (or more) to earn those virtues.
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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      January 20, 2015

      Nina, I look at aging the same way…I’ll likely be one of those grey haired sassy-pants ladies who doesn’t take crap from anyone – I earned it!

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  • The Dusty Parachute

    January 19, 2015

    This is a really beautiful post. I’m really enjoying having the time to figure out who the mid-40s me is, but I do sometimes lose my bearings when I realize just how far past 30 I am (while still thinking I should be 30!)
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    • admin

      January 20, 2015

      Isnt it amazing, how we can feel a certain age in our mind’s eye? For me each decade unveils a new part of myself, and while i do mourn parts of my youth, i love this adventure!

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  • Marcia @ Menopausal Mother

    January 19, 2015

    Beautiful imagery here . Very much how I feel now that I’m in my fifties.However, I wouldn’t go back to my twenties if you paid me. I’m pretty content with where I am now in life. 🙂
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    • admin

      January 20, 2015

      Agreed! The twenties were painful…i certainly do enjoy the parts of me i discover with each passing year. Thanks for commenting today.

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  • Karen

    January 19, 2015

    This is a poignant and insightful piece. I look forward to each year ahead of me and the opportunity it brings. I will endeavor to age gracefully (with a touch of silliness thrown in for good measure). Thank you for a great read today. Best, Karen
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  • Amanda @ queenofthelandoftwigsnberries

    January 18, 2015

    What a beautifully written post. I especially love that you teach your students that well behaved women rarely make history. Looking forward to continuing to read your story and see what amazing things you accomplish in your 50th year!

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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      January 18, 2015

      Thanks, Amanda. I’m looking forward to this year, too – I’ve got big plans!

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