How strange this ageing thing is! It's a bit like adolescense, you know you're one thing but others think differently.
At first when, usually adolescents, offer you their seat on the bus or rush, with anxiety, to lift or carry something a bit heavy for you or ask "are you o.k." when crossing a road you are torn between gratitude and smacking them on the nose
My children/nieces/nephews etc. are forever 'phoning me to ask if I am well, warm enough, have enough to eat, shall they come up to carry gas bottles or bring me shopping.(They know better than to lecture me on too many dogs
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I accept all this now for what it is and resist the urge to become defensive or surly.
For I am 62 and all the lotions and potions in the world won't change that. 'Nor, to be truthful, would I want them to. I am happy with my age and don't fear getting older as I'm afraid so many do who try to keep it at bay with said lotions and potions.
Jim and my (younger) grandchildren and my dogs think I am beautiful and that's enough for me