I could be fooling myself, but I don't think vanity about my personal appearance is one of my besetting sins, although it would probably be awesome if I sinned a little bit more on this front and did a better job of not looking so half-assedly groomed. This is important 411 for the brief story-ette that follows.
Yesterday I took our granddaughter to story hour at the public library (they do a great job there, btw), which meant I was hanging out with many young mothers. And because I don't feel that old inside I did think to myself, maybe these ladies will think I'm one of them. Like, yeah, here I am hanging out at the library with my pre-schooler just like the rest of you TWENTY-SOMETHING MOMS.
Which. Okay. Why would I even think something like that? Other than the fact that I don't feel that old?
Anyway, as soon as the story was over, the mom sitting next to me smiled and said, "So is that your granddaughter?"
It was a very friendly reality check. Which, apparently, I needed.
Thank you, Universe, for the reminder.