Feb 25, 2008 by


The word “matriarch” makes me think of my grandmother, or mother. But the realization that I have reached that status in my own family kind of blows me away. It is a little like putting a kid in charge of the cookie jar. I have about as much discipline and adultness as most 7-year olds.

But, I am 52 now and I am really trying hard to act my age. Like yesterday, I was in my old lady nightie all day. It was excellent. For the life of me, I can’t think of any other way I am acting my age. The very thought escapes me.

However, this weekend I was once again reminded of what incredibly cool kids I have and how blessed I am in every aspect of my life. On Saturday night, Julia had her birthday party. She organized it all, and it was a glorious event. This was the invitation that went out a few weeks ago:

We are celebrating Julia’s birthday…. but in a new and different way.

Saturday, February 23rd at 6:00 p.m.
Dinner will be served.

Please meditate and bring an energy gift for Julia. This could look like a poem, a song from you, a dance, or anything you feel she needs to close out the old year and begin this new one.

There will be a surprise for each of you who comes.

Please RSVP so we know you are coming…. this is going to be a great evening of fun.

I have to say, the place was rockin’! There were drums and guitars, and food and most excellent company. Several of her friends sang her songs that they had written for her. Some gave her poems. Ben, the best boyfriend in the world, gave her a box of cards that he had written of all the traits he admires in her. Yeah, he got that one right on.

There were several moments on Saturday night when I sat back and thought about my mom. When I was Julia’s age our house was rockin’ too. We’d have spontaneous Saturday night dinners and chamber music jams. I said in my head to my mom, “Right on, Mom, looks like I’ve created a house much like yours was.” I could not have been happier.

So, if I’m the matriarch of this clan, I accept that with graciousness and gratitude. These are a bunch of amazing young adults, and to have them around is one of my greatest joys.

Now, having said all that, I’ll go back to my life of being me. Somehow the years have crept up on me, because in my head I’m still 21. I can feel it in my body, I can sense it as I look back over the years. But hell, I’m NOT OLD, I’m just ripening.

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  1. Sheesh my kid had the flu and I missed a zillion birthdays. Happy Birthday to you (I think I wished you early and again late, so I hope that covers it) and to Julia. My grandfather would have been 99 yesterday but he died last spring, so old is relative.

    Here is my theory of age. Acting your age really only matters in fashion. Since I believe we are not just the sum of our years but we are also simultaneously the 6-year-old that we were and the 16-year old that we were, etc, you can act your age however you want. Does that make sense?

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