Here comes the silver tsunami
The kids of â47, my confreres,Â the infamous boomlets,Â have reached a milestone year.
Iâm puzzled though. Wasnât itÂ a month ago thatÂ we were playing âspin the bottle,âÂ then packing 10Â teenagers intoÂ Daddyâs big ole Buick to go to the drive-in movie?
Wasnât it last weekÂ we were marching down the aisle to receive our diplomas and dancing the night away at the graduation party afterwards?
Wasnât it just this morning thatÂ our newborn looked upÂ and smiled at us even though we all knew it was just gas?
It has been brought to my attention that the kids of â47 will be turning 65 this year.Â I guess I forgot, or maybe I just blocked it out. How didÂ we get here so fast? Is this some kind of cosmic trick beingÂ played prematurely on Baby Boomers who are working feverishly to hold on to their youth even though it went missing about 20 years ago.
At least two of myÂ old gangÂ have already celebrated their 65th year on the planet, and two more will follow in the next three weeks.Â I suspectÂ weâll get together soon and do a lot of screaming.
But not so fast.Â With exercise, Botox and a good hair colorist,Â maybe we canÂ delayÂ theÂ passing the torch ofÂ youth for a while longer.Â After all, they say old age is always 15 years older than you are.
And listen,Â donât you dare call us âelderlyâ yet, or weâll run you down with our Hover Rounds or trip you up with the legs on our walkers.Â
I made a huge mistake this morning when I cleaned my make-up mirror with Windex. Believe me, I look a whole lot better through a thinÂ veneer of dust and grime. The only good thing about wrinkles is that they donât hurt.
Hereâs myÂ solution to an instant face lift that doesnât cost a penny.Â Smile.Â A lot.Â It lifts your drooping features on the spot.Â Now you understandÂ why IÂ cruise around town wearing sunglasses andÂ a goofy grin.Â Â
Something likeÂ 79 million baby boomers, about 26 percent of the U. S. population, are trying to redefine what it means to be âolder.âÂ
The Silver Tsunami is moving in, yâall, and big business is trying to help us out. They now use larger headlines in newspapers and magazines, and clothes have beenÂ downsized so that my former size 12 is now a size 6.Â Loving that.
Turning 65 is one of lifeâs most significant passages.Â On one hand we relish reaching retirement age and the freedom from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. existence.Â On the other, we feel a bit of panic, suddenly realizing the clock is ticking, and we only have so many years left to reach our dreams.
Speaking for myself I feel fortunate to have made it this far.Â Some ofÂ the kids ofÂ â47Â didnât.Â But what I see when I look in the mirror is nothing like the vision IÂ carry in my head of the 16-year old I used to be.Â Where did she go, and why did she leave me here with with this body?
So, kids of â47, raise your bowl of Fiber 1 topped withÂ brain-cell enrichingÂ blueberries and soy milk, and give yourself a happy birthday toast. Life marches on, and weâd better hold on tight. This next phase of our lives is likely to be a wild ride.
Emily Jones is a retired journalist who edits a website for bouncing baby boomers facing retirement.Â She welcomes comments at http://www.deludeddiva.com.
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