I’ve always been comforted by the fact that I have daughters because the promise that has been whispered to me by the generations before me is that my daughters will take care of me when I’m old.
I can just hear the conversations that they will have about me when I’m 92. “No Esther, you take mom this week to her hair appointment because she drives me crazy…all she talks about are these binders that they used to keep women in back in 2012!”
But now I’m not so sure they will be here for me because Eloise is already worried about my changing appearance and how I could really embarrass her when I’m old.
Just yesterday Eloise said to me “Mom, if you ever start wearing those pants that go way up high above your waist that you tuck your shirt into and then belt really tight…well, can I tell you to stop wearing those? And will you promise to listen to me?”
I told her that she had nothing to worry about – I will not be caught dead, alive or old in ‘mom jeans’ but she wasn’t convinced.
“But Mom, if it does happen I just need to know that I have the right to get you some decent pants!”
“Yes Eloise, you can buy me pants.”
“So Mom, I also want to talk about your hair. Will you promise not to get that weird short ‘mom’ cut when you get really old? I want you hair long or at least shoulder length.”
“Eloise – why do you care how I wear my hair?”
“Well Mom, as soon as you cut your hair it’s like you’re admitting you are old.”
“But I will be old, Eloise.”
“Yes, but you don’t have to totally give-in to it Mom!”
“Fine, pants at our below my waist and hair at least to my shoulder. If I do these things you know you have to take care of me when I get really old and cannot take care of myself anymore?”
“Unless you lose your teeth Mom – that would be a deal-breaker for me.”
Linking up with What I Wore Wednesday because I WORE PANTS, which if you know me like I know me, I never wear pants.
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