And Suddenly I’m the Older Woman

It seemed to happen just like that.

We are trying to find a small group to attend with folks from our group.  It has been a bit of a challenge and I’ve had a bad attitude about it.

Humph.

We went last night (me mentally kicking and screaming while physically bearing homemade sweet rolls and smiling….faker…..). It was really a lovely group.  As JD said, he liked the spiritual vibe of the group.  They were sweet and oh so welcoming.

But seriously, I’ve got 15 years on all of them.  At least.  They all have little bitty kids.  Like, ones that can’t talk yet.  And they haven’t given their maternity clothes or baby equipment away.  They are trying to figure out careers and family and school.  They wear cool glasses and shoes and have cute haircuts and perky b………

Well, you get the picture.

And I was whining to JD about it last night.

“But honey, I feel old there.  No one has kids our age.  They are so young and not anywhere near where we are in life.  We’ve done all that school and career and baby stuff.  Where are the women my age?

AND WHY DOES NONE OF THIS BOTHER YOU?!

But today I’m feeling differently about it.

Maybe we are supposed to be the older couple in this group.  Maybe the fact that we have gone through a lot of these experiences and come out the other side will be helpful to somebody.  Not because we have any great amount of wisdom but there is something to be said about the perspective you have on things in your 40s.

Maybe we are there just to let them know you can survive these years with very young children, because Lord have mercy, wouldn’t you have loved to have someone tell you that when you were in the middle of it?

So perhaps being the older woman won’t be so bad after all.

Maybe.