I was sitting talking to a friend’s daughter tonight. I don’t remember how we got on the subject but she casually mentioned that she was born in 1993, the year I graduated from high school. At first I was only horrified that she was just being born when I was graduating from high school. Then it hit me, almost in slow motion, I am old enough to be her mother, without much stretch of the imagination. She could be my child.
I could have an 18 year old child right now. Oh my. I’m not ready for that. UGH! I was already feeling old since Mikey and Jordy are 11 and 8.
I’m not ready for these kinds of realities.