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Forever Young

My new swim partners were two older students, both looking to be in their late 60s. They were both long and lean and strong with no hint of slowing down yet. I was fooling around blowing bubbles before our class when the lady waded over to me and looked straight at me with sparkling dark eyes, "What's your name?" she asked. "Sarah" I answered in my strongest voice. "What? Hold on I can't hear ya..." She pulled back the ears on her swim cap and pulled out one ear plug. "What's your name?" I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was kind and possibly humorous. I told her my name again and she said hers and pointed to the man stretching next to her. "That's my husband." So I asked her, "How long have you been married?" By this time she had already put her ear protection back on so she looked at her husband and said, "What'd she say?" I chuckled. I could tell she could hear me just fine and wa…

Motherhood is Not for Wimps

I have several friends who are more than ready to have children, and some who are more than ready to have more. I want to shout at them "No! You just got married!" or "No! Enjoy the children you have!" or simply "No! Just wait a couple more years!" because life is never the same once you pee on that stick and those two lines stare back at you. I'm not saying never have children, or resent the ones you have. Because life is full of little giggles and tiny toes and big brown eyes full of wonder. But I am saying do not expect a child to fill the deepest longings of your heart. 2 or 3 or 8 children will never do that. 

I guess I'm writing this article because I see so many moms using their kids as some sort of emotional crutch: "my husband doesn't love me so I'll just have more kids" or "my girlfriends have 5 kids each and I only have 2; better start cranking out more". I see the media using pregnancy and motherhood as some …

Never Too Old

I pull an ear bud out and huff a cheery "Good morning" to the young woman getting on the elliptical next to mine. She smiles at me shyly as she adjusts a textbook in front of her screen. "That's a good idea" I say between breaths. "What are you studying?" "For my MCAT". "You go, girl!" She smiles at me again, and starts pedaling. I can tell by her uneasiness on the machine, that this is her first time on it.

Then over at the weight-machines, as I'm resting between sets, I notice the older gentleman doing reps on the machine across from mine. I can't help but notice the wrap on his arm, the slow, steadiness of his movements, and his many breaks. After a few minutes of talking to him, I learn he's a veteran and is recovering from a fall. I marvel at his age, and his strength, and his determination.

At the pool, I meet a lovely older lady who can move through the water like she was born in it. Long, graceful strokes and pe…