I am blessed to have so many beautiful women who have played a significant role in my life, especially those who are older and wiser than me. Though of course I’m thankful for the wisdom they’ve given me and delight in each of their unique personalities, what I’m really thankful for is the way they’ve each taught me (in their own way) that beauty grows with time.
We live in a culture that says that young is beautiful, but the truth is usually the opposite. Yes, beauty of course exists in those who are young. But real, lasting beauty is something we accumulate with time—often as our physical “beauty” starts to wear away. With age comes wisdom, perspective and strong character—three things that help us better interact with the world around us. With age comes the ability to let certain things go—as well as the knowledge of when to make a fuss and stand for what’s right, when to come to the defense of those who cannot stand up for themselves. With age comes an understanding that it’s not all about what we look like, but rather who we are and how we treat others—how we serve our family and friends and those in our community joyfully.
I admit, I fear a little bit for our generation. It seems we don’t quite value age the way that we used to, and we constantly worship what’s young and new and shiny and bright. And as someone who is young, I can say that I don’t want to get caught up in that as time goes on.
I don’t want to turn 30 in a few years and yearn for 25. I don’t want to turn 50 and be worried about my figure. I don’t want to be 70 and feel the need to get botox so I can look 10 years younger. I want to get old and wrinkly and grey—and I want to love every bit of it, because along with that aging process comes more beauty than I can wrap my mind around right now—the kind of beauty that can only come from the wisdom that comes with age, with knowing ourselves, with understanding the depth of love, and with having a good amount of mistakes (to be learned from) under our belt.
I don’t know about you, but I’m choosing to care less about the beauty that fades, and instead choosing to pursue a beauty that grows.
Who in your life is an example of “beauty that grows”?
Photo of my Memere Doris, me and my mom at my Grandma Hilda’s 90th birthday.