Aged
Recently I was on a plane next to a nice young man, and we got to talking, as people do on planes, about anything and everything. He’s a young journalist, and so we lobbed our favorite titles and authors at eachother for quite a while. Then the subject of kids came up and I mentioned mine: the oldest in college and two school-aged daughters.
After I mentioned that I’m a mother, and an ‘old’ one at that (I don’t think he thought I was THAT much older than him!), the eyes shifted, the friendliness ceased and the conversation lagged.
I was hurt. I was just enjoying a talk through a turbulent trip, and all of a sudden I’d been labelled as aged and decrepit, and not worth someone’s time.
Maybe I’m taking it too personally, but I don’t remember when I crossed the line into a generation or age group that renders me completely unappealing as a person. Just because I have children, am I now passe? After the kids turned three I’m no longer the center of their world, so what appeal am I left with?
Don’t answer that.




