Today is Mom’s birthday. We’re pretty certain that she’s turning 79, but numbers don’t matter when it comes to her. She treats her age like a can just waiting to be sent sailing down the street with a swift kick. While all of their friends were dying or downsizing into retirement homes, our parents moved 2,000 miles and doubled the size of their home. That doesn’t sound like someone who cares much about “acting her age”.
Of course, the slow decaying process that our bodies begin at birth is real and there are certain things that the body can do at forty-three that it can’t do at seventy-nine. So, what do you get a 79-year-old who just moved across the country into a new home? You buy her a 43-year-old.