It’s not so much a matter of perspective anymore..my boys are young and I am old
Posted on Feb 16, 2011 08:11:55 PM
Baseball season is in full gear. I mean, I’m tired already. We are with a group of good kids but a lot of new faces. Last night, I had a reason to go out on the field with the kids and I found myself between these two little boys that I had never seen. As a matter of fact, I knew what their names were, but wasn’t sure which name actually belonged to which kid. I do know they are both six. That’s about the only thing I knew for certain. OH and they were cute as they could be.
Until…………
We were in the outfield, one of them looks up at me and says,
“that you grandson’s up there?”
“Excuse me?”
“Your Grandson, that yours, you their Grandma?”
“UH?”
“That boy up ‘thar, he your grandson?”
Still a bit floored with the conversation, I said, “No, why?”
“Well why you here then? Where is thar mother?”
He was only 6……otherwise, he would not have been near so lucky! No where close.
And with that, I have realized that the fact of the matter is, I am 42, my kids are 6 and 8 and I am, at least in the eyes of other 6 and 8 year olds, old. There, I said it. Does that make anyone feel better?
