LEARNING TO COPE WITH AGING

I was doing my morning routine – bath, dress, hair, make-up, – oops, did I brush my teeth? I couldn’t remember. After the many years, my mind goes on to more important matters while I do the routine.

Now, If I had been four there would have been no problem. The teeth and breath of a four year old are pretty new.

At eight, it still wouldn’t matter, because if I didn’t brush, mom would have caught me and sent me back to take care of the matter.

At twelve, I would have known I didn’t do it because I didn’t plan to.

At eighteen, I would not brush until after my breakfast; in other words after my coke and chips.

At twenty, it wouldn’t matter because I would not see my heart throb until lunch and it all has to be done again before that.

At thirty, I would have re-brushed just in case.

At forty, the bathroom was occupied with teenagers, so I would know I didn’t do it. I just grab my cosmetic kit and do a spit and polish at the office.

At fifty, I would never have forgotten because I painstakingly followed all health matters to a tee. My mind would have been on counting my teeth, fearing the inevitable.

Now, at sixty, I just check my toothbrush and see if it is wet. If it is not, I brush.

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The picture above is me at 60 at my mother’s 80th birthday party.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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28 Responses to LEARNING TO COPE WITH AGING

  1. atimetoshare.me says:

    Love this! So true. I have lost my sense of smell along with my hearing so I have to brush my teeth (all five of them) just to make sure.

  2. Adelheid says:

    This is the reality of aging. Thanks for sharing.

  3. capost2k says:

    A friend of mine does not want to learn to cope with aging. He does not plan to age ‘gracefully’ but prefers like Dylan Thomas to “not go gently into that good night.” Rather than living carefully and looking good in his casket, he plans it this way: “Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways; Merlot in one hand, white chocolate cookies in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming “WOO-HOO, what a ride!!” (Dan MacDonald)
    Maybe he’s onto something wise? 😁

    • Kim Smyth says:

      You just changed my whole perspective because, like your friend, I had the same philosophy, except I did want to look good at the same time. Then I remembered, I’m going to be cremated, so who cares? 🤣

    • oneta hayes says:

      Yes, I’ve heard that saying and it is cute. But the wild ride generally gets cut short. I sort of like the birthdays to keep coming. 😀

      • capost2k says:

        Hmm, at 70, they don’t really matter as much to me anymore. Truly, to live is Christ, but to die IS gain! ❤️&🙏, c.a.

        • oneta hayes says:

          Yes. Think what a wild ride out of here we will have if we go in the Rapture. Zoom will look slow!

          • capost2k says:

            Yes, but if Jesus doesn’t return in the next 15 years, I expect to go to Heaven by other means. 😉
            Corrie ten Boom told the story of how she asked her Papa what it would be like to die. With wisdom from a life of walking with Jesus, he replied, with a question: When we board the train to such-&-such, when do I give you your ticket? She replied, Just before we board. He answered, In the same way, God will give you what you need when you need it to enter Heaven… or something like this. 😊
            The Lord knows how to prepare us.

  4. hatrack4 says:

    I have done the wet toothbrush routine and I am a few months shy of 70. A tooth cracked on Saturday, basically exploded from within. Called the dentist and they have scheduled me for an evaluation next month. I am not in pain but I may look elsewhere for dental health.

  5. RobbyeFaye says:

    Great picture!!
    Your post brought a much-needed laugh!
    Blessings~

  6. Love how you make something as simple as brushing your teeth come alive and entertaining. Lovely photos also. God bless.

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