We were driving in the car today and at a stoplight I checked my make-up in the mirror and noticed multiple gray hairs rearing their ugly heads. I mumbled to myself, “Time to color my gray’s again.”
Malachi said, “Why do you color those mom, Grandma-fornia is all gray?”
“But she’s an old woman,” I said.
“But so are you, mom.”
Indignantly I said, “I am NOT old!” because the thought that my 7 year old compares his 35 year old mother with his 98 year old great-grandmother was too cruel to even ponder.
And just then, the voice of my preschooler rang in with his sweet innocent little reasoning for the whole discussion…
“So…are you new, mom?”
That gave me pause and for the first time I can recall, I was speechless. I couldn’t really say I was new, because one look in the full length mirror in my bedroom would prove the science of gravity. And dang it, if my only other alternative was old, well I sure wasn’t going to fess up to that. But before I could work out some kind of answer the kids had already switched to another topic and I just sat back in relief at yet another brush with reconciling my 20 year old brain with my aging body.
Can I just hear a big Amen for short attention spans? ADD really isn’t such a bad thing, now is it?