Monday, October 24, 2005


At our son's first birthday (on or about when this picture was taken), I was 28 times as old as he was. Now, he is 28 and I am 56 (happy birthday to me) and for the next few months, I will only be 2 times old as he is. This strikes me as very odd. The difference between our ages has not changed, but the mathematical relationship has changed somehow. And on this day, the anniversary of my birth, my body definitely feels 56 years old, and I look 56 years old (I am looking more and more like my sainted mother as each day passes) but I am often startled when I pass a mirror and see myself, because inside, I don't feel at all like that middle-aged woman staring back at me. In fact, I still feel very much like the 28-year-old standing in the picture holding a squirming baby.

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