Old Mom

I am old for many reasons. I hit the big 3-0 this year. Nice. I have 2 kids. I have gray hair (although nicely highlighted around), standing next to my sister, I look 4-0, I don't speed, I always use my turn signal, I like to watch the news, I love to cook. Why am I writing this? How have times changed so much? I don't like going out to see the new summer fashions. I don't like seeing thongs, bra straps, fat roll mid-driffs or really any mid-driffs, butt cheeks hanging out of skirts etc. I don't like reading cuss words on websites. I like to go to bed at a decent hour. I get mad when a girl jumps off her bike and leaves it in the middle of the road to hug another bicycle passerby while I am behind her. Not cool.

I am a Mom. Yes, you know. But did you know that my 2 year old is now calling me that? Like this: okay mom, mom!, sure mom sure. I want mamma back.

So I am old and mom.