yesterday we made a family trip to sam's club. i love sam's club. i love buying in bulk. bulk means i don't have to go to the store for a while. that makes me feel like i have time for other things. i don't but i feel like i do.
there we were in the frozen foods section and a sam's club worker approached us with compliments about josiah. it's always nice to have folks smile at him and have him smile right back. this worker kept saying how nice it was to be giving mommy a break. over and over, giving mommy a break. i assumed she was talking to aaron because he had the stroller at the time. whatever. she talked to aaron while i checked out some frozen foods and we walked on.
we got a short distance away and aaron informed me that this woman thought we were josiah's grandparents.
no she didn't.
yes she did. apparently while i was investigating deals on frozen goods, she told aaron she looked forward to being a grandparent too.
friends, i have a fantastic sense of humor and i laughed about this for hours afterwards. here at 39 years old, i was giving mommy a break.
I'M THE MOMMY. I GET NO BREAKS. nonna and nana get breaks. i'm committed for the next eternity.
truth be told this isn't the first time this has happened. at walmart one day a woman told me that i had a beautiful grandchild. i laughed and told her it was my kiddo and she was mortified and i told her not to worry about it. i actually get great joy in being an old mom.
i knew when we got into this that many many times over this would happen. i know that in middle school at wrestling tournaments folks will ask which kid is my grandchild. this kind of thing will bring us many laughs and awkward moments in the future.
being an older mom is also more obvious with me, due to my gray hair. not just one or two of them, a full head of gray hair. which i refuse to color. i colored it at one time, but it got too complicated. two days after a good dye job and you would already be able to see bright white roots. i ain't got time for that.
besides the work and money of coloring my hair, my white mane gets tons of compliments. many folks often ask me who i get to make it this color. it's God. and genetics. it started when i was in my teens. by 30, i knew it was over. there was no more fighting it. i surrendered.
i don't look old and feeble, i just look older than most new moms. and i am.
i don't see many drawbacks to being an older mom though. i'm entertained by being called a grandma. i enjoy the company of moms who are younger than me immensely. those relationships bring me great joy and often i don't feel as if there is any age difference in us at all. we are going through the same life stage and have the same poop stories. when things are messy, we get it, no matter the age. being older, i've also learned from those who are my age and have already gone through this. folks my age who got started with kids earlier than me, i've watched them closely. i've taken notes for when my day arrives. that knowledge has allowed me to relax a little bit.
as mothers no matter the age we all struggle to get out of the house with a clean shirt and everything we need packed into a bag.
just once i would like to leave the house with everything i need packed into a bag.
just once i'd like to not forget something.....
there we were in the frozen foods section and a sam's club worker approached us with compliments about josiah. it's always nice to have folks smile at him and have him smile right back. this worker kept saying how nice it was to be giving mommy a break. over and over, giving mommy a break. i assumed she was talking to aaron because he had the stroller at the time. whatever. she talked to aaron while i checked out some frozen foods and we walked on.
we got a short distance away and aaron informed me that this woman thought we were josiah's grandparents.
no she didn't.
yes she did. apparently while i was investigating deals on frozen goods, she told aaron she looked forward to being a grandparent too.
friends, i have a fantastic sense of humor and i laughed about this for hours afterwards. here at 39 years old, i was giving mommy a break.
I'M THE MOMMY. I GET NO BREAKS. nonna and nana get breaks. i'm committed for the next eternity.
truth be told this isn't the first time this has happened. at walmart one day a woman told me that i had a beautiful grandchild. i laughed and told her it was my kiddo and she was mortified and i told her not to worry about it. i actually get great joy in being an old mom.
i knew when we got into this that many many times over this would happen. i know that in middle school at wrestling tournaments folks will ask which kid is my grandchild. this kind of thing will bring us many laughs and awkward moments in the future.
being an older mom is also more obvious with me, due to my gray hair. not just one or two of them, a full head of gray hair. which i refuse to color. i colored it at one time, but it got too complicated. two days after a good dye job and you would already be able to see bright white roots. i ain't got time for that.
besides the work and money of coloring my hair, my white mane gets tons of compliments. many folks often ask me who i get to make it this color. it's God. and genetics. it started when i was in my teens. by 30, i knew it was over. there was no more fighting it. i surrendered.
i don't look old and feeble, i just look older than most new moms. and i am.
i don't see many drawbacks to being an older mom though. i'm entertained by being called a grandma. i enjoy the company of moms who are younger than me immensely. those relationships bring me great joy and often i don't feel as if there is any age difference in us at all. we are going through the same life stage and have the same poop stories. when things are messy, we get it, no matter the age. being older, i've also learned from those who are my age and have already gone through this. folks my age who got started with kids earlier than me, i've watched them closely. i've taken notes for when my day arrives. that knowledge has allowed me to relax a little bit.
as mothers no matter the age we all struggle to get out of the house with a clean shirt and everything we need packed into a bag.
just once i would like to leave the house with everything i need packed into a bag.
just once i'd like to not forget something.....
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