Sirdom

Me: “Hi, how’s it going”

Hiker: “Just great.  Beautiful day.”

Me: “It sure is, absolutely gorgeous.”

Hiker: “Well you have a good day Sir.”

Me: “Thanks, you too.”

A brief interlude as I was passing a fellow hiker on the trail.

“Sir”?

It seems I’ve been hearing this word a lot more lately.  “Excuse me Sir.”  “Hello, how are you doing Sir.”

I kind of want to look behind me to see who is standing there.

And it’s not that it’s bad.  It’s very respectful.  I’m just not used to hearing it, and why now?

This all seemed to start a couple of years ago, right after I turned 60.  Even saying that sounds weird to me, because I sure don’t feel old, or older.  In fact, I don’t think 60 is considered old anymore.  But suddenly people are calling me Sir.

When I think of the word “Sir,” I think of my father.  The Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force.  I think of esteemed people having earned that title by some trial by fire.  More akin to the titles of professor or doctor or judge.

I find it a bit ironic because it seems like when I was younger, I as always sounding like Rodney Dangerfield – “I don’t get no respect.”  I was working hard to try to earn it.  Still didn’t always get it.  My work was sometimes plagiarized too, so I didn’t get the credit for it.

But now, apparently, just by virtue of having aged, people are very respectful.

I guess I’ve reached “Sirdom.”

It was almost magical.  Happening overnight.  I’m not sure what exactly changed.  I’m retired now so no one is looking up to me for being a professional.  Perhaps it’s the gray in my beard?  That same beard that earns me the extra security checks at the airport 🙂

Of course, somehow, I also ended up on the senior mailing lists so I get offers all the time for some type of age-related service.  Long-term care insurance.  Reverse mortgages.  My favorite was the funeral insurance.  Their tag line being, “This will be the last insurance policy you’ll ever buy.”  Nice.

I think it’s great that we respect our elders.  They have so much offer in the form of wisdom.  And in some ways, it is amazing to see so many circles of the sun.  I just don’t feel like I’m an elder at the council fire.  And I’m not sure I have any wisdom to offer. Yet.

Whether you’re a “Sir,” or a “Mam,” or any variation thereof, I salute the divinity that is within you, and respectfully wish you a wonderful day.

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Photo:  That’s Sir Me, somewhere in Wyoming.  Jesse, the border collie, belonged to the person whose home I was visiting.  I miss my old buddy, Taz, and I’ll probably get another dog someday myself.  Maybe I’ll name him “Sir.” 🙂

27 thoughts on “Sirdom”

  1. Welcome to the Sir and Ma’ am age group. What is really strange and out of place for me, an 85 year old woman, to be called “young lady”. It is men doing it and I have to work at not being insulted and recognize them ‘trying’ to be polite or kind.

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    1. That’s interesting Betty. It’s weird when people don’t realize that they are being disrespectful, even when motives are good. When I worked in the hospital I always thought it was disrespectful when the staff called an elderly patient “honey.” I think they thought it was endearing, but it’s not really.

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  2. “Maybe I’ll name him “Sir.”” Beautiful.
    (And why not? Lots of people call their dogs Lady. “Come here, Lady!” Yeah, I know… not the same.) 😀

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  3. LOL, nice write up, Sir/Earthwalking13 and a new dog addition would be so wonderful. Although, I never thought it was disrespectful or condescending to call anyone Sir. That is what I learned to do in Europe and practice it as a sign of respect.

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  4. That was an enjoyable read, Sir… H…. Harold… ummm…
    A rose by any other…. no, that’s not quite the same..!
    I do know what you mean about ‘that’ title. Do you think part of this attitude younger folk have toward older folk could be just recognising they have ‘survived’ the trials of life?
    I think this deserves some respect. What say you?

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    1. Hi Ray ! Happy to see you 🙂 And thanks for linking to Sirdom! Love your writing plan and I get the inspiration thing. For me, sometimes the words flow and other times it’s just a big jumble in my head 🙂

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  5. I used to call my professors at university ‘Sir’ when I wanted to disarm them, since here in Australia, people, professors included, are used to being called their first names, rather than “Mr Smith,” or ” Mrs Brown.” Or, when they tried to explain something to me which I disagreed, I remember how I would sometimes say, ” Yes, Sir, if you say so, Sir,” looking very discouraged. Most of the time, I could tell they didn’t know how to respond afterwards, and just softened and blushed.

    And “hey you! you know what? that photo of you is terrific!” 🙂

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