When I started Kindergarten, my Mom was 25.
I thought she was young, fashionable and super cool.
So did the boys in my elementary school.
They all got silly around her and told her she was beautiful every time they saw her.
When I started high school, my Mom was 33.
Although I may not have liked her as much as I did in elementary school, I always saw her as youthful and trendy.
She was the young Mommy.
My Little B started Kindergarten this year.
I’m 41 and a half.
I know, right? 41 and a half.
Doesn’t that sound … old ?
Okay, how about older?
Little B has had two play-dates with friends so far. One Mom invited me over for tea and I had a Mom over to my place for coffee.
Both Moms are in their early 30’s.
I’m at least 10 years older than them.
When I think about it all, it feels odd.
I’m the older Mommy.
Two very different aged Mommies.
Would I do any of it different?
Not if it changes anything about my life right now.
Young or old …
they still love me.
Me and my Mom.