Yesterday I had to drive out to Lawrenceville to do a client’s intake and chat with a doctor. Not a big deal except for the traffic and this little event was going to make me late for class. Usually these things only take 30-45 minutes but this time the client’s husband was there and they had a lot of questions.
The client was only 2 months older than me from the information she provided and her husband was approximately the same age. At the end when I was trying to make my escape back to Atlanta the husband looked at his wife and said “Doesn’t she look just like Courtney’s mom?” The wife said “Yes she totally does!” The husband proceeded to ask me if I have family in Loganville, GA which randomly is where my sister lives but no, I’m not related to the people he was thinking of.
Now I’m almost 35 and still get carded on a regular basis but I scrutinize my face daily in the car while driving. Nothing shows all your flaws like the glaring sun. And in my mind I’m still 22 but with a lot more life experience. Truly, youth is wasted on the young. When this man said I looked like someone’s mom I was completely taken aback. Questions flew through my mind. Horrified questions. Who is this person? Why would I be their mom? I’m not old enough to have kids. I was standing there smiling but totally crying on the inside thinking how I need a peel and I need to freeze my face and how could I possibly look this old? Why God? Why?
Then I realized that Courtney is a friend of the couple’s daughter. And Courtney is 10 years old, not 20 like the nightmare that was going through my mind. I could have a 10 year old if things had been different. There are so many feelings I have about this and it was a bit of a rude awakening. (This rude awakening happens once a week but its rude every. single. time.) I know all of this. My friend’s are all having baby #2 right now. And I’m starting another business and finishing my MBA.
Am I ok with all of this? Am I going to regret it later? Do I care?
I laughed to myself when I realized they were referring to a kid. But really, f***, nonetheless.