When I was a little girl, say when I was in around class 3, I remember one time my mum dropping me in school (which she always did), and me looking up at her and thinking gosh –my mum is really old. But it wasn’t just my mom. Every adult in my eyes was old, starting with the teachers. Especially the teachers.
In my eyes, my mum was old. Like old old old. My friends’ mothers too –I found them old. Quite old actually. They were like Methuselah.
So yesterday, as I was dropping Kitty to school in the morning, I began thinking. And doing some mathematics. When my mum was at the current age I’m at (35), she had four children. My sister was in form one, my brother in class six, my other brother in class four, and myself I was in class three.
And when I was in class 3, that is when I was thinking that she was very old. Like old old old. Like Methuselah.
Now me, in this my current age, I have two children. The older boy is three years old, and his younger brother is just a year old. Kitty, God willing will be in class 3 in six years’ time. How old will I be then? I don’t even know how to calculate that one.
So, I wonder, will Kitty think of me as an old person when he reaches class three? Will he look at me and go like “Yenyewe mathe is old. Like old old old. Like Methuselah. *sigh*.
We will wait and see. Meanwhile, I will continue thinking of myself as a spring chicken :).
Have a lovely day.