Here is a list of recent evidence I have discovered of my own aging.
* I have a bunion.
* Grace is starting kindergarten in a few weeks. This fills me with inexplicable dread that I am on a steep slope headed toward grandmotherhood in a few short years. At least I have a head start on the quilting.
* Henry said I was MEAN the other day. I thought that Mean Mom was a prestigious title only applied to mothers of teenagers.
* I have a sensitive knee and trouble with my hip.
* I have difficulty remembering my own age.
* I keep referring to women by their maiden names, even if I have only known them after they were married.
* The other day Alex came home from work and asked why I was holding a fifteen-year-old boy on my hip. I suspect that nursing a fifteen-year-old may be related to my hair loss problem (see below). I will begin feeding him vegetable gruel and rice cereal immediately.
* My hair is starting to fall out, and I am going bald in the front. The baldness is luckily easily covered by careful combing of my bangs. But I am still gravely concerned.
I texted all of my sisters, that they might console with me in this trying time of early hair loss, and one of them phoned to laugh at me and cheerfully say, "Hello Baldy!" Luckily, the others were more sympathetic and suggested various products containing Biotin. I guess you never know until you try.