The other day Tyler wanted me to play just “one more game” of one on one basketball. This after an already fairly busy day of seemingly endless activities. I had to beg off but before I could offer a reason he said, “ I know, I know you’re old!”
At this time I realized that I probably had used this excuse one time too many. What’s great is to him it’s a joke. He really does not care (or even truly understand my age). To him I am just momma, his own personal jungle gym. He’s an extremely active little boy and I keep up with him — well at least most of the time. I admit I play the old mama card when I really don’t feel like playing anymore and that usually buys me at least 10 or maybe even 15 minutes of me time. But then he’s right back again wanting to play another game.
This is why I challenge the notion that older moms (and dads too) can’t hang, as the young folk say. If you have one of those easy going kids that you can plop down and they stay in one place until you move them , then I guess you might have more energy than the rest of us. But if you have a child that behaves like a typical kid, they can wear you out no matter what your age.
But I admit sometimes I want to be younger and hip for Tyler. I want to fit in with the young moms. I’ve dyed my hair so many times I am not sure what my natural color is (and those pesky gray hairs continue to keep making an appearance!).
So the other day , get this, I bought be a pair of those low ride jeans and a pair of pink silk panties with a rose at the top, you know the kind that peeks from on top your pants. I was fine feeling really young. Then Tyler announced very loudly, “uhhh momma your panties are showing, gross.”
So now I’m back to cotton underwear and mommy jeans, gray hair and all.