When I was in the Emergency Room and settled (bed #5, which Emma though just perfect because SHE is 5) and the drugs had blessedly kicked in, the nurse and I were having a great conversation. You know, the usual, kids and stuff.
And then it happened. “You have a SON? And he’s going to COLLEGE?” which is invariably followed by “Excuse me for asking, but how old are you?”
Now, I don’t mind people asking, because I have the good aging genes. I am slightly dismayed that I can’t pass for under-30 anymore, but it’s not so bad. At any rate, I paused – not for the apparent rudeness of the question, or the fact I had lovely narcotics in my veins, but because I normally forget how old I am and I really do have to stop and think.
In that pause, the nurse gave me A Look and said, “I can look at your chart, you know.”
After I told her, she said, “Phew, I thought you were closer to my age and I was trying to figure out how that happened.” She’s thirty-one.
You know, as I was reading that I was thinking ‘why doesn’t she just look at her notes?’. Then you went and made my comment obsolete! LOL
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Heh. I know that experience VERY WELL. Congratulations, fellow Youthful Looker With Adult Child. Although I bet I started a bit younger than you did. *spanks self*
Well, now, I wish I could complain about people thinking I was once a teen mom. But…that doesn’t really happen to me.
Lol,
I have a good friend who has 5 kids ranging from nearly 16 down to 7. She looks like she’s barely 30, though she’s exactly the same age as I. You can’t believe the looks that she gets if they are all out together.
Needless to say, she does not go out of the house in sweats. The area we live in has a lot of teen moms and if she doesn’t dress well, people will assume that she was one and treat her very poorly.