Patricia Johns

I’m getting older, and with the passing years, I feel myself getting more and more invisible. It happens to the best of us. When I was young, I’d see woman my age (the age of my mother! gasp!) and wonder how they managed to keep dragging themselves out of bed.

And then I aged. And I have a different perspective now, because I now know that we bring a lot more to the table than your average 20-year-old might think.

Middle aged women have seen things. Good things, bad things, stuff that would shock most you of you thirty and under. Because while our hair goes gray and we battle to keep some semblance of a waistline (or decide to abandon it all together for more important pursuits)… while we seem to fade into obscurity from the perspective of the young, we’ve been collecting life experience. We’ve been watching the people around us. We’ve been taking notes. And we have accumulated wisdom…

The kind of wisdom that would curl your toes.

Because as I said, we’ve seen things. We understand people better than we ever have before. We know people who fall into every category. We can see bad apples from a distance, and we can smell them, too. But we’ve also seen the unexpectedly good, as well, and the struggling mix that makes us all human.

So, young people, while you wonder how we middle aged women could possibly find the will to live while our bodies start to sag and our crows feet deepen, pause and consider this:

We’ve seen things!

And we’ve lived to tell the story. So what we offer are survival skills.

And sometimes we add some baking into the mix. And a hug when needed.

Just saying.