Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Acting My Age
It all started with a simple conversation. I went to pick up my oldest son from high school. He was in the church seminary building next to the school, playing ping-pong. I walked in and told him I was waiting but he said, "Mom, come play me a quick game first." I responded,
"I would, but I would waste you and I don't want to make you look bad in front of your friends."
Some girl in the room then said, loud enough for me to hear, "That's his Mom? Did she say she'd waste him?"
That made me think. Besides the obvious age difference, we're really not so much different, my boy and I. I can still remember my freshman year in high school (none too fondly) like it was last week. I can be smart and sassy and funny and silly. I think every one of us remains a teenager at heart for the rest of our lives, yet some of us begin to act our age. Why fight what's in my heart?
I can still play a mean game of ping-pong.