When my older son was about six or seven years old, he and I were together in the bathroom one evening while he brushed his teeth before bed.
In staring at our joint reflection in the bathroom mirror, I decided to do a little experiment:
I asked him if I looked old. He said no.
So I asked him if I looked young. Again, he said no.
At that point, I asked him how old I looked to him. His honest reply?
“Middle Ages.”
In that happy vein, I bring you the Middle Age Page: a reflection on not being old or young, but “just right”.
YOU KNOW YOU ARE MIDDLE AGED IF …
A MIDLIFE CRISIS IS A TERRIBLE THING TO WASTE