Once again, I was asked if I was spending the day with my granddaughter by a store associate trying to get me to sign up for a credit card. "No, my daughter", I said. "Well, she will keep you young". I walked away thinking obviously your theory is flawed and not working in my case. OK, I did look at myself, and I am a little older than most parents of a 6 year old (she is my baby). I was wearing clothes a few years old, my hair air dried, and my crunchy granola shoes on. In my defense, I did have makeup on. But lets face it. When you are asked by 3 different strangers over a 16 month period about your grand kids. You look old.
I own my age. It is what it is and I am okay with it. We got a late start with kids (late 20's) due to some fertility issues. Then a few more years of delay due to Peter's health. But we wrapped things up in my mid-late 30's. I didn't know that I would be asked repeatedly if my kids were my grand kids. Now I know why women consider plastic surgery. If I could afford it, I probably would jump on board right about now. Just about every part of me sags. TMI I know. Well, there it is. Age. We have been friends all my life, but I kind feel like my friend is turning on me now.
I am sitting here with my mouth hanging open. You absolutely do NOT look old and while there are way to many 36 yr old grandmas walking around you don't even look like one of those! I am shocked, ashamed, disgusted, wondering when my turn for such comments is coming, and wishing, yet again, that there is some other race I could belong too besides the human one. They just dissapoint me too much.
ReplyDeletei'm definitely in agreement with karina. don't be so hard on yourself. your kids have the best mom around and that's all that matters.
ReplyDeletegot a late start - in twenties- you've been away from MA too long. Most women don't start having children here until at least 32, and they ALL are gonna be called grandmas since many are in 40s and 50s with pre schoolers. -- I am also hard on myself about body stuff. Here is some TMI, the boobs are just SAD. *SAD* and I can't tell if I would hate myself just as much to fix them as to leave them alone. Honestly, I don't know whats worse: looking they way they do, feeling self conscious, feeling like resurrection is awfully far away, or spending the money to fix them, and know inside that I am vain and that money could have gone to some greater good. I feel ya.
ReplyDeleteYou DO NOT look like a grandma. I am shocked that you have heard that comment at all. I got told twice in one week that I had a cute photo of me with my daughter on my desk at work. Not my daughter. My 43-year old best friend. It hurt almost as much as having my non-pregnant belly patted by a stranger in Las Vegas. People can be really stupid. You are beautiful, inside and out. If anyone makes a comment like that again, offer them a business card for my eye doctor. I'm sure he'd appreciate the referral. Sheesh!
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