How To Age Gracefully

Thoughts on being ahead of your time

(Photo Cred: The other parent thoroughly enjoying this parenting in the wild moment aka me.) 

This week we celebrated my husband's birthday with an overnight trip sans our baby girl. We drank, dined, and Ali taught me how to play golf.

Of course, I wore a t-shirt and ripped jeans during my lesson at the fancy schmancy golf resort, where playing in a t-shirt and ripped jeans is expressly prohibited. But that just made the whole experience more fun. More us.

My husband's birthday got me thinking a lot about aging in our culture. Though no one ever says it out loud, we're not supposed to admit we are getting older.

You get to turn 21. Then 30, and maybe 40, if you have enough cash to go on a fabulous trip or throw a huge party. But after that, your age is shameful. You're considered too old, stiff, tired, and sore to matter. So you shouldn't mentio…