Friday night I was at the grocery store at 8:30pm. I went to the restroom where I was confronted by <insert ominous music here> my age.
Yes, there at the mirror was a 20- (or 30-) something. She had her hair intricately piled on top of her head. She was wearing those fancy/trendy/idiotic shoes that make your legs/feet look like horse hooves (similar to these but black and suede/furry.) She was re-applying make-up to her already well made-up face. She was ready for a night on the town with equally fabulous looking companions.
I, on the other hand, had just come from family night at church. I discovered I had gotten food on my crotch. Not to worry, my oversize, long-sleeved Halloween shirt that screamed, "I am a mom and I don't care what I look like!" covered it right up. I was there with my younger child to actually buy food. Yes, grocery shopping on a Friday night. My hair? I combed it that morning, I'm sure. Make-up? Please see the 1990's. I think that's the last time I used any.
Yes, I'm old. And frumpy. And boring. But you know what? I don't want to trade with the fabulous bathroom girl. I enjoyed those years but I'm also glad they are behind me. That night I had a lovely little 8 year old girl who had a great time being at the store alone with her mommy. That is where I am in life right now and it's a good place to be.
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April | October 14, 2012 at 8:49 PM
This is actually a truly ugly boot. In any color.
Shawn Walter | October 14, 2012 at 10:49 PM
I know! They seriously do remind me of a horse's hoof. Or maybe they are going for a faun, only they would need a split hoof for that, right?
Anonymous | October 15, 2012 at 4:57 AM
You are right; this stage IS good. I would not even be tempted to trade with that 20 something. I remember 20s feeling rather empty and insecure compared to grocery shopping accompanied by a single child who was glad to be there.
JMO,
Cyndy