For about three weeks after having hip replacement surgery in 2010, I felt I was doomed to a life as an Old Man. For the first time in 60 years, I briefly stopped feeling like a kid and looked at the face of aging.
For the past few months, I have been going through this horrible, embarrassing midlife "thing" where I love babies. LOVE them. And because the stars are aligned or life is really cruel my Facebook and Instagram feeds seem to be overflowing with wee little ones who are sleeping, learning to walk, just born or maybe celebrating a first birthday.
When I was 24 my idea of "dating older" was dating somebody who was 26. I was so age-phobic I didn't even have friends who were more than ten years older than I was. Now that I'm of a certain age, I'm friends with a lot of 20-somethings and have a bit of a reputation for dating younger. Time has a way with irony.
I am not delusional about the effects of aging, but I am also aware that strength and vitality can come from places other than a healthy body and a young mind. I am aware that as I age, my two greatest assets become perspective and creativity. And I am aware that as I have aged, those assets have, if anything, become noticeably stronger.