Today I was at a "Crisis and Transition" seminar for work. During our morning break, a lady who works in my department and I were making idle chit chat. We see each other occasionally at the same meetings and training seminars but we don't work out of the same office.
She asked me whether I had any children. I replied yes, that I have one son. Naturally, her follow up question was, "how old is he?" I replied, "He's ten."
"Ten?" she asked (partly to me, partly to herself). I could see her trying to do the math in her head...
"I thought you were only 22," she said.
I was tempted to say, "Well, I was married very young." [Which is very true. Though I certainly wasn't 12]. But I didn't. I explained that I'm actually 30 (and 3/4's). She looked relieved.
And I thanked her for making my day.
But in actuality, it freaked me out. Because then I start to think about things like...he will be eligible to drive a motor vehicle in 6 years. And in 8 years he'll be off to university.
I will only be 38 when he goes to university. 38!
Hey, wait a minute...