This morning was so beautiful but I knew it would get hot later in the day. So after taking my toddler grand daughter over to my mother’s house to do my morning care taking duties for her, I decided to stop off at a park on the way home.
I love this park. It has 3 big slides that are safe enough for little kids to play on.
It has a cool climbing thingie.
It also has lots of swings and a sand box area and picnic areas. A little kid’s dream, right?
My grand baby had a great time. There were plenty of other small children around to play with, along with lots of young moms standing around in small clusters discussing things such as swimming classes and when to start potty training.
And that’s where the topic of this blog post comes in. I just don’t fit in with them. I’m in my early 50’s. My own toddlers have long since grown up. But I still am very involved with raising my sweet little grand baby.
Ok, so no one came running over to me to include me in their conversations. I didn’t expect that. I decided I would have to make the first move. So when I would be close to them, like when I was swinging Maylynn and another mom was swinging her child, I would try to start a conversation (which isn’t easy for an introvert like me).
The first conversation went something like this:
Me: This is such a beautiful park;
Other mom: yes
Me: There are so many things for the kids to do here.
Other mom: (says nothing but smiles indulgently)
Me: How old is your little girl?
Other mom: 3
It was clear I wasn’t going to get anything beyond 1 word answers so I just shut up.
After several more attempts with other women with disappointing results, I faced the fact that I just wasn’t the kind of person other moms want to hang out with. After momentarily feeling sorry for myself, I thought about it, and remembered back to the days when I was one of these young mothers.
Would I want to hang around with an older woman? Probably not. It would feel like being with my mom.
So I gave these gals a break, and left them to their own conversations and just enjoyed the morning with my MayMay.
Now, I can hear you thinking. You are wondering why I, a woman in my 50’s would even want to hang around young 20 and 30 something moms.
Well, I guess I don’t really. It’s just my friends who are in their 40’s and 50’s either never had children, or their children are now in college or out on their own.
My friends who do have grand kids are the typical grand mothers who see their grand kids a few times a year or, if they live in the area, maybe once or twice a month. None of them have their grand children living with them. None of them babysit them on a daily basis.
So, they don’t want to hear about the “Sid the Science Kid” show that my grand daughter loves to watch or how she learned how to work my iphone before she was even a year old (she likes to look at the “babies”, which are just pictures of her in the photos section on my phone).
I feel like I have a foot in both worlds but I don’t belong to either.
I know I can’t be the only one out there in this situation. Right?