I found this in my files. My attack of masculine smug quickly dissipated when I realized this could just as easily apply to aging men, too.
AN AGING WOMAN’S PRAYER
Lord, keep me from believing I must say something on every subject and release me from needing to straighten out everybody’s affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all; but I really want a few friends left at the end . . .
Keep my mind free from reciting endless details and give me wings to get to the point. I’ll not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessening self-assurance when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally . . . I might be mistaken.
Keep me reasonably sweet, for a cranky old (wo)man is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places and talents in unexpected people; and give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.
Yeah. Me, too, Lord. Me, too.