I got a little woozy in WalMart yesterday, right there in the dairy section.
One minute I was fine. The next minute it hit me: Gosh, I am getting darn-right old.
I guess in the back of my mind I already had an inkling that the 18-year-old checker was just appeasing me when she carded me the other day (complete with major eye-rolling). But I’m not going to lie, a tiny part of me likes to pretend I could still be confused with a 21-year-old, even while my rational mind knows that I could absolutely be the mother of a 21-year-old.
And then I wore my new “Neenah Swim and Dive Parent” t-shirt out in public. To WalMart.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I was beyond excited to own my very own parent t-shirt. Why, I put that t-shirt on hours before I had to leave for Emily’s meet, I was so excited!
And then I wore it out in public. To WalMart.
And then by the dairy section I realized that I was now wearing a fire-engine red shirt that announced to the world, “I AM OLD! I AM THE PARENT OF A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT!”
It hit me like a ton of bricks.
I took a few deep cleansing breaths to regroup.
And I then convinced myself that each and every person who smiled at me was secretly thinking, “Neenah Swim and Dive Parent? No way! Unbelievable! Why, she looks barely out of high school herself.”
Whatever works, right? : )