I’m on a rampage now. A caregiver at the Beth Elohim Drop-In asked Diaper Diva if she was Ducky’s grandmother.
Her grandmother? Come on. Diaper Diva is the same age as me. We’re TWINS for god’s sake. Do I look like Ducky’s grandmother? You gotta be NUTS.
Ducky has two grandmothers. One is 80, the other 81. Do we look like we’re 80 or 81?
Park Slope is the capital of parents in their forties.
What a crazy thing to ask Diaper Diva (and by extension, me)? It’s just ludicrous. Granted, in other parts of the country (and the world) people have children younger.
But here in Park Slope "older" parenting is the norm.
I was once asked if I was OSFO’s grandmother in a Papa’s U-Bake in Tracy, California. I acted shocked but chalked it up to the fact that the girl’s grandmother was probably the same age as me.
They have babies younger in Tracy, California. But in Park Slope, you’re in the minority if you’re having babies in your twenties I used to hear that it’s hard for younger moms in Park Slope. Things are changing and mothers are getting younger and younger around here. Still…
What was that woman thinking?
(No insulting comments to this post, please. Only votes of support and cries of: "Of course you don’t look like you’re 80).
This reminds me of when I was an “older” mother about 20 years ago. I was 36 and in the park with my then 2 year-old daughter, who was entranced by an beautful, exotic older girl of about 10. Liz followed the girl everywhere, wide-eyed. I noticed an attractive woman with stylish white hair who looked to me to be about 50 and seemd to be with the lovely girl (they were obviously of very different ethnic backgrounds). I nodded, smiled and said “My daughter is certainly enthralled with yor beautiful daughter.” She practically bit my head off: “That is not my daughter that is my grand-daughter!”
Saucytart extends her deepest sympathy to you and your lovely twin, and a new pair of spectacles to said tactless caregiver. Indeed!
To quote the shrink in the movie “Harvey” — “Poor, poor thing !”
The first time someone asked me “the question” was when I was with my daughters outside the pediatrician on Plaza Street (at 3 yrs old, maybe)…it felt…wow
My younger daughters are now 12 and the charming lady proprietor (I am too much the gentleman to speculate on her age) of the Sushi/Fish place on 7th and 3rd st where my girls are regulars asked me the same thing a couple of months ago..only now my daughters are old enough to realize how hilariously ridiculously preposterous this is..and so remind me of it at every opportunity…
So, I can only sympathize “Poor Poor Thing !”
Was it an older person? I’m 55, and my grandmothers were 39 and 43 when I was born, and my great-grandmothers were 56 and 62.
When my grandmother was 81, I was 42. I don’t think some older people are used to how “old” most grandmothers are today.