To my children:
I wish you could have known me when I was young. I think you would have liked me. Maybe you wouldn't have rolled your eyes at me so often and thought I was weird.
I used to have energy. I could stay out all night and go to work the next day. I would have never been caught dead in bed before eleven p.m. Pajamas weren't my main wardrobe choice.
The young me could remember people's names and their phone numbers. I remembered their birthdays and sent out cards. Post it notes were not a staple in my life needed to remember the most ordinary details.
The face you see each morning used to be free of wrinkles. I had a neck to match it. It was just as nice with or without makeup.
My body wasn't creaking when I walked up and down the stairs and my stomach was flat. My bra only had one hook instead of the three needed now to defy gravity.
I wore high heeled shoes and danced in them all night.
I was carefree and thought nothing about going out at 3 a.m. to do my laundry in the deserted laundromat. I didn't worry about anything happening to anyone most of all myself.
I was smart. I knew things without having to spend ten minutes trying to figure out what I was trying to remember to tell you. People thought I was funny and liked to hang out with me. I know that is a shocker.
If you had only know me then, I think you would have liked me. Sorry you got stuck with the middle aged me.