Getting old. The Circle of life.

My greatest fear is a new fear....growing old. By the time you start to fear it it seems to already be knocking at your door.

I remember being a little girl laying in bed in the morning, so excited for my mom to come into my room and get me ready for school. My mother was so beautiful. Her smile and eyes were so youthful. I remember seeing the grey in my grandparents hair. Then before I knew i,t moms smile had creases and my grandparents had passed.

Now I look in the mirror every morning before I wake my daughter, and I see grey in my hair. When I study the silver pattern in my once black curls I reminisce  about the time when my mom still walked this earth. i think about how she probably looked in the mirror the same way every morning before she came to get me ready for the day.

Life is a cycle, a circle. I find myself swirling around in this loop and it scares me. Not an "eek a spider" kinds of a scare, but a harsh reality that demands acceptance, kind of a scare. I now am where my mom was so many years ago, a  mom who's former youth lives on in her daughter and her son. A passing of the torch if you would....a ceremony that has taken place without even being given a notice to start preparing.