Everyone tries to get rid of them. Cover them up. Smooth them away. Botox the bejeebers out of them.
I’ve been hanging out with my mom here in Florida. Every sign at the mall talks of the next best treatment to take care of those pesky lines, grey hair, spotted cheeks and aching muscles.
Aging is the big fat enemy—fight it with the big guns, they say.
This month I have five nieces and nephews who graduate high school. They’re full of passion and excitement – they can’t wait to see what the future holds. Big dreams. Great relationships. Best-selling novels. Cozy houses. Beautiful babies.
At the same time, as I look around at the aging gems here in Florida, I realize they were once high school graduates with the whole world before them. Some of them conquered their dreams and did more than they imagined. Some felt they were thwarted at every turn and nothing turned out well.
And they all have wrinkles.
Some have pain.
Some can’t remember the last time they laughed.
Some laugh so hard that their wrinkles twinkle.
But many feel forgotten. You can see it in their eyes, their demeanor, their shuffling gate and downcast eyes.
We honor the young and can’t wait to hear of their dreams.
Then we forget to ask the old if those dreams came true.
So today, this very day, I’m instituting Hug a Wrinkle day.
Pass it on.
Say hi to someone older. Find out their story. Hug their necks and remind them that they (and their dreams) still matter.
And if you hear any great conquer-the-world, dream-come-true stories, share them here.
And if you find out a heart is broken, hug a neck and kiss a wrinkled cheek.
It just might make all the difference.