I turned 40 this year! It doesn´t feel much different than thirty-nine. I do notice the following signs of aging:
- A dark spot on my face! I think it’s an aging spot. I told my mother-in-law about it and she recommended an aging spot lighting cream. Ha! I’m getting old!
- My teeth are not as straight as they were when I was fifteen or sixteen years old! Oh…. I wish I had taken care of my retainers and been diligent in keeping them on at night. Now my 12 year-old daughter is in need of braces and it is SO expensive – around $6,000 for a two year treatment. Ouch! In Honduras, they are much much much cheaper. Why did we move?
- I have a cana (gray hair). It’s just one, though.
- I have forgotten how to solve college algebra equations. We are hosting a Japanese student for a week. She was scheduled to take a math placement exam. I told her I was good at math. She asked me to help her solve an inverse equation (or something along those lines). I had no idea what to do!
- Yes. I am middle-aged. Well… almost. According to World Life Expectancy, the US life expectancy for a Hispanic female is 85.44. Web MD states that Hispanic women have the highest life expectancy in the US!
But… as my sister says, Forty is the new twenty.
- I’ve matured in many ways. No. I am not even close to perfect; but it’s neat to experience and be aware of small victories in areas of tremendous battle in my life.
- I look back and am able to have a better picture of how God’s graciously directed me and ordered my steps. It’s all undeserved.
- I am more aware of my strengths and weaknesses. There are still many things I am trying to figure out; but for the most part, the future doesn’t seem so mysterious.
- Even though I have an aging spot on my face, my teeth are crooked and I have a cana, I think I feel prettier than I ever did. I don’t know why? Maybe it’s because I’m not trying to prove myself as much anymore. There is certainly a greater acceptance for how God made me. I like that.
The last stylist I used in Honduras told me that 40 year-old women should not have long hair. But guess what? My hair is the longest it has ever been since I was in middle school!!!! I don´t care what she thinks. I will wear my hair long as long as I need to. It´s OK. At 40, you are freer to be yourself.
♫ Señora de las cuatro décadas ….♫ Ricardo Arjona, a Guatemalan singer-songwriter, composed this song about a 40 year-old woman he is in love with. The chorus below is what I most like about this song:
♫ Señora, no le quite años a su vida
Póngale vida a los años que es mejor♫
Mrs. (Madam), don´t take years away from your life. It´s much better to add life to your years.
How old are you?
1 Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—
3 who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.