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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Before and After (05/14/09)

TITLE: Half a Century isn't so bad
By naomi cassata


Before turning 50, life seemed much simpler. Staring at myself in the mirror, I wondered what had happened to me over the past 50 years. Could it be true? Was I really half a century old? The lines around my eyes said yes. The years of contemplating a surgical procedure to erase ten years from my face was starting to be placed on the front burner of my to do list. I’ll have to look into that today, I told myself. As I picked up my brush and began brushing through the mop on my head, I began to think was it just me or was the grey spreading like a wildfire? I’m pretty sure it was just me; but just in case, I made a mental note to pick up a bottle of the hair dye I’ve been seeing advertised on television. That would take at least another five years off. I picked up my lipstick. A girl never leaves the house without it. You know, I thought, this lipstick just doesn’t go on as smooth as it used to. Whoever would have thought lips deflated the older you get? I hear they have Botox for that. At least that’s what I read. Was I going through a mid-life crisis at 50, too late for that. I thought turning 40 was going to be hard on me, but turning half a century seems a tad bit harder.
As I left the mirror, I had all these thoughts running through my head, Botox, hair dye, wonder how much a brow lifter would cost? My daughter was picking me up, with my two grandkids, to take me out for my, half century, I mean 50th birthday. Anyway, I had to put these thoughts behind me and enjoy the moment. But I promised myself that as soon as I had a chance, I would get started on striping 15 years off my face. When my grandkids came running through the front door, my littlest grandchild, Holly, she is only three, gives me the biggest granny hug you could imagine saying “Happy Birday gwanny.” I smiled bigger…oops I thought, don’t want to add any more lines. Then my grandson, who is five, added “Granny, how old are you, 33?” What the heck, I had to smile at that. After those sweet comments, I realized it doesn’t matter how wrinkly I am, how deflated my lips are or how white my hair is, my family loves me despite my flaws. I said a quick thank you to God for reminding me how blessed I was to be given 50 years of my life and enjoy the most important little blessings.

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Jan Ackerson 05/21/09
I enjoyed the authentic voice in your story.

You have "striping" in one place where you wanted "stripping", I think.

How blessed you are to have those precious grandchildren!
Sherrie Coronas05/22/09
Could there be a greater gift on earth than to have children and grandchildren who love you? And one of them thinks your 33 - wow! A blessed life for sure. I like the read of your story very much.
Janice Fitzpatrick05/22/09
This is good and i like your humor. I could relate to your MC about feeling old. I agree with the other comments.
How precious indeed are our children and I hear grandbabies are awesome. We're not there yet. I know I'm not ready to hear little ones call me grandma.
I think this year and when I was 20 were the hardest. At 20 I was feeling that I was no longer a teen ager and had to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life-I was very instrospective.
This year is different now I just feel like an old fart with a heart of a youngster.:0)))Again, nice piece!