I was born in 1972 when my mother was 22, her first child. Growing up, all of her friends were about her age, and all of their kids were (occasionally) my sister's and (usually) my brother's age, six years younger than me. I was always in between, too young to hang out with the grown-ups and too big to play with the other kids. I read a lot of books.
It is very strange to think that when my mother was my age (34), she was divorced, and dating, and had kids 12, 9, and 6. On the flip side, I don't think I'll have to worry about her health and caretaking for her for a long time yet - she's 56 now, and mr. flea's parents are 66, and the difference feels like a big one.
ETA: Matilda! Such a long, elegant nose!
I remember turning 22 and thinking that by that age, my grandmother already had four of her six children.
My brother's inlaws are in their 40s. My parents are in their 60s. It isn't a source of why they just don't get each other, but it acts as just another nail in the coffin of the inlaw relationship. Oy.
Bea Gaddy
Missing Baltimore a bit, just now...
I just googled to find out what that is. (I lived in Baltimore many, many years ago -- I'm sure that Bea Gaddy was there but I had not heard of her.)
I'm tired...pooped. But, I did finish everything I needed to finish this weekend, so I'm going home and I'm gonna sit and do nothing. And like it.
My mom was 25 when she had me. Seems like a Baby Bear age.
Lots of my friends are pregnant now, which made me think about how normal it seems to me to be having your first child in your thirties. It just doesn't seem old to me.
I did feel old yesterday when I ran into one of my students from my first year teaching high school. He was in my 5th period Spanish 1 class and now he works for the TSA. Crazy. Oh well, at least he recognized me, so I guess I don't look over the hill yet.
I feel kinda pouty and childish right now. There are people I wanted to see four hours ago, when I had energy and less pain. I told them there was a window, too. But they had other things to do, so I have come home and wound down, and now they're calling and I don't even have the energy to answer.
But even the slice of me that's judging my avoidance admits it's a bloody miracle I was up to seeing anyone at any point today.
I'm just too spent to suck it up, no matter how much I love them. I sucked it up on Thursday. Done now.
That sucks ita. I wish your day had worked out better.
Yeah, me too. I feel somewhat better now, both mentally (texted her and I guess we'll try again next time they come through town) and physically (I'm even going to try eating).
