Last week I mentioned how I was pegged as being "really old" by the teenage interns at Loretta's law firm. Yesterday, my fragile aging ego was dealt another body blow.
Yesterday I noticed that the cubicle of Sandra, one of the women that works here, was decorated with birthday ballons and flowers. So I stopped in and wished her "Happy Birthday! So what are you now? 30?"
Sandra beamed and answered "No! I wish. I'll be a grandmother in a month."
Now Sandra doesn't look that old.. mid 30's if I had to guess. "You're kidding!", I said.
"No. I'm 42 today.", she answered. "My second child is 19 and going to have a baby soon. I can't say anything, considering that I had her when I was 19."
This freaks me out so bad. She is my age, 42. That means that I could not only be dating a woman who is a mother, I could be DATING A GRANDMOTHER! Auuuuugh!
Taking this to the logical extreme... My mom is still waiting for her first grandchild. It is conceivable that if I was to meet and marry a woman my age, such as Sandra, then my mom would become an instant GREAT-GRANDMOTHER. Wouldn't that totally freak her out!
I need to get really drunk this weekend. This is too much.
2 comments:
If it means getting a grandchild--I would swallow my pride and be a 'GREAT Grandmother'. By the way, being 42 is not nearly as scary as having a son who's 42.
This is really weird! Here goes another one: Just recently a 12-year-old girl got a baby here in Germany. Count that high, you could be a Great-Grandfather and you mom... well... and that from one day to another!
Iris
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