Not Old…Just Older

So, today my baby turns seventeen.

And how does she respond to my birthday wishes this morning?

Are yo feeling old yet?

Why yes, I am. Thank you very much.

And it’s not just my babies looking back at me as grown near-adults either.  The aches and the pain, the inability to tolerate the cold, the new dependency on Tums, none of that helps either. (And let’s not even talk about the gray roots — yeah, thank goodness for Miss Clairol.)

On the way home from dropping her off at school, a Bon Jovi song came up on the iPod that sort of put it all in perspective though.  (One of my favorites by the way)

Well, I look in the mirror
I don’t hate what I see
There’s a few more lines staring back at me
Now the nights has grown a little colder
Hey man, I gotta run
Now you take care
If you see coach T. Tell him I’ve cut my hair
I’ve kept my faith
I still belive I’m just…

I like the bed I’m sleeping in
It’s just like me, it’s broken in
It’s not old – just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I’m in it’s alright with me
It’s not old – just older

If you’ve never heard the song before, Check it out: