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First time here

Learning the ropes of a new time of life

First time here

(Krieg Barrie)

This is the first time I have been 64. I have never been this old before. I can hardly believe it. All you 64-year-olds out there will know what I mean.

I notice that people who are 64 (or 74, or 54, or 44) are always going around telling perfect strangers their age. This is not so much to fish for compliments about how good they look (there is that element too) but because they themselves can hardly fathom what has happened to them. How did they get to be here? When? My theory is that they blurt out the number in their genuine amazement, to seek some kind of reassurance from others.

I remember in my 7th-grade classroom looking at a magazine artist rendering of what John, Paul, George, and Ringo would look like at 64. You may recall the Beatles song that goes, “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?” The predictions were all wrong, of course. They had Paul bald. And they didn’t know that John and George would never make it.

So 64 is a bummer only until you consider the alternative. Old age is a blessing in the Bible: “And Job died, an old man, and full of days” (Job 42:17).

Sixty-four is a bummer only until you consider the alternative.

I think young people don’t realize something about old people. Because these water-wet newbies are recent arrivals on the planet, still blinking in the light, and because the rest of us come like a ready-made chess set for them, or like stage furniture of their little play in which they are the central character, they think we have always been old. It’s like that steady-state theory of the cosmos that says the world has always been, and will always be, as it is like now.

I remember being a kid and my grandmother telling me she hated to look in the mirror and see her face. I couldn’t understand what her problem was. For my part I liked the way she looked—all veiny and wrinkled. In fact I insisted on it in my mind. It was right and proper that she should look the romantic part of a Cévennes peasant, in order for my world to be OK. Throw a rocking chair in the deal and so much the better.

Here is another thing I have never been before—the mother to empty-nested children. If you millennials or Gen Xers think it should come naturally to boomers to know how to do this, you are not using your imagination. How much closeness—and how much distance—are we supposed to maintain in our contacts with you? Do not marvel if we stumble.

Add the layer of cell phone technology and you will be forced to admit that mine is the first generation in the history of the world to have to make a decision every day whether it’s a good idea or a bad idea to shoot a text to 35-year-old Johnny and say, “Just wanted to say I love you.” Is that overdoing it? Underdoing it? I don’t know.

My mother used to phone from Rhode Island about once a week. It wasn’t quite like the Mom skit on Garrison Keillor’s Prairie Home Companion: “Hi honey, pick up the phone, I know you’re there. … Honey, your father and I are going to take a cruise to Canada and stay out of your way, and let you finish your novel, and then you don’t have to think about us at all.” But sometimes it was close. I wish she were here.

There is something in the Bible about honor your father and mother (Exodus 20:12), but also about leaving your father and mother and cleaving to your spouse (Genesis 2:24). You’ve got Abraham who left his father’s house and never turned back. And you’ve got Joseph who bowed low to his father and brought his sons to him for blessing.

One thing I can always do for my children, every day, is pray for them to the living God. No unbeliever can do that.

In “Déjà Vu,” Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young sang, “We have all been here before,” which isn’t really the case. But I’ll bet you whippersnappers don’t even know the song, do ya?

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  •  bwsmith's picture
    bwsmith
    Posted: Fri, 08/19/2016 07:04 am

    Ok -- I am OLDER than thee and don't know the Deja Vu song . . .  lol! But happy birthday. 

  • Nick Stuart's picture
    Nick Stuart
    Posted: Sat, 08/20/2016 11:00 pm

    If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself.

  •  KimatHome's picture
    KimatHome
    Posted: Sun, 08/21/2016 07:56 am

    Thanks for putting beautifully into words all that I am feeling right now....at 57.  Thanks!

  •  Neil Evans's picture
    Neil Evans
    Posted: Sun, 08/21/2016 09:21 am

    Makes me think I should quit telling people how old I am since they wouldn't understand anyway, probably don't care, and the telling is likely for my benifit alone.  We are cursed by the Fall. Is dying the only part or is the discomfort, the unknown, the misunderstanding, part of it as well?  I wonder if "fearfully and wonderfully made" applies not just to our physical bodies but to all the other parts of these marvelous beings we are discovering God has made us to be.

    Thank you for another one worth sharing.  I think I'll send it to all my family and friends on my next birthday. :)

  •  William Peck 1958's picture
    William Peck 1958
    Posted: Sun, 08/21/2016 02:04 pm

    @KimAtHome - ditto on 1958 ...

    I'm 57 at still can't believe it.

     

  •  FreedomInTejas's picture
    FreedomInTejas
    Posted: Sun, 08/21/2016 02:57 pm

    Just think, you both have been alive almost 1/4 the years since the Declaration of Independence. When you were born, those who were at least a 100 years of age at that time had been around for over 1/2 the life of our country. 

    And, you have been around almost 3% of the years since Jesus rose from the dead and ascended into Heaven, and with each passing year you are closer to seeing Him face-to-face. 

    Psalm 90:12

  • Valerie Walker
    Posted: Sun, 08/21/2016 05:13 pm

    Once again, a gorgeous piece of writing!  You/ve expressed the shock I feel at turnign 60 this summer.  Forty wasn't shocking, for some reason, but 60 was.   When I sent a text to my son telling him he was loved, he replied with a snarky cartoon saying that suing the passive voice with the verb "to love" makes it insincere!  Who taught these kids grammar, anyway?  Oh wait...that was me....they were homeschooled.....
     

  • Janet TX
    Posted: Mon, 08/22/2016 06:24 pm

    Another gem, Andree!  I absolutely love your writing  and the thoughts you express so creatively.  Thank you for using your gifts for God's glory.