As I walked into J's school last week to pick him up, I was followed by another mom who'd arrived at school at the same time. A third mother, who I know only vaguely, approached both of us, and complained: "Today I turned 45, and I'm not feeling very good about it!"
The other mom and I shrugged.
"No sympathy here. I'm 48," I replied.
"Sorry, I'm almost 60," said the other mom.
The 45-year-old mom looked stunned. She did not know what to say. I was feeling a little stunned myself.
I always thought I was one of the oldest fourth grade parents. Imagine having to parent J at 10 as a 60-year-old? Can't even imagine....