Well, I knew this day would arrive eventually, but I also thought I would have
more time, or at least a clear discernible warning. However, like so many things
in life it was just all of a sudden there. My son, Jack and I went to Boston this week to further our attempt to see the top 10 aquariums in the United States. Somehow we got caught up in the middle of a war reenactment and I have to say it was so bloody cold that I really felt for those kilt wearing bag pipe players that were out on the square. Anyhow, some gentleman came up and asked me if I would like to have my picture taken with Jack, and there it was......the first undeniable evidence that I am now shorter than my own kid. Now begins the long journey towards becoming that short old lady that is someone's mom. Already I'm inwardly giving myself permission to slump and forget all attempts at posture, what does it matter, I'm now old and my kids have become taller than me. There were a few tell-tell signs along the way, like how recently I'm going to bed before they are, them having to explain more and more things to me about how things "work", reading street signs and the print on menus for me. Depressing really. Anyone else feel that way out there?
1 comment:
I feel your pain! It seems like only yesterday that my sons were little guys needing their faces washed and now they are grown and hovering a bit and one is talking about how I'm welcome to live with his family someday if I need to. Very sweet, but makes me feel very OLD! They're taller than me too!
Linda
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