being a mom
Scary Mommy: Telling Me How Young I Am Isn’t A Compliment
An encounter with a complete stranger trying to make small-talk; my sonâ€™s friendâ€™s mom, whom I am trying to get to know better; chatting with parents at my work and finding camaraderie; the mom across the way struggling with her toddler, probably thinking I have no idea what sheâ€™s dealing with when I give a sympathetic look.
â€œWait. How old are you?â€
I know that people donâ€™t mean anything by it, but it gets old.
Yes, I am younger than most people with tweens. When people find out Iâ€™m â€œonlyâ€ 29, I tend to quickly interject that my 12-year-old is technically my stepson so they donâ€™t mutter things under their breath when they do the math.
I wasnâ€™t 16 when I had my first kid (I was 19â€¦sheesh!). But even if I was 16, is it really anyoneâ€™s business? Iâ€™m at my kidsâ€™ basketball games and orchestra concerts and parent-teacher conferences and dentist appointments just like you are. I worry about grades and the internet and dating and college and paying bills just like you.
I am parenting.Â Just like you.
I know you mean well. And Iâ€™m sure most people intend the â€œOh my goodness youâ€™re so youngâ€ comment as a compliment (Yeah, yeah, yeahâ€¦.Iâ€™ll appreciate it in 10 years).
But, here are a few reasons why you â€”Â the person I donâ€™t really know â€” Â shouldnâ€™t gasp when you find out how old young I am:
1. When you say Iâ€™m too young to have kids, I want to face-palm you. Clearly, youâ€™re wrong, because I have kids. And theyâ€™re older than yours. Trust meâ€” youâ€™re not the first to notice.
2. Would you ask a woman who appears to be in her forties wrangling a couple preschoolers how old she is (or if sheâ€™s their grandma)? No? Thatâ€™s rude, you say?
3. â€œWhen I was your ageâ€¦â€ Well, guess what? When Iâ€™m your age, both my kids will be in their twenties. Itâ€™s not looking like such a bad idea now, is it?
4. It discredits me as a parent, and I donâ€™t like that. Just because I got pregnant at a young age doesnâ€™t mean Iâ€™m putting in any less effort than you. Itâ€™s as if you find out my age and imply that someone my age is in over her head or too immature to know how to handle this.
5. A generation or two ago, girls were married at 16 and popping out kids faster than my boys scarf down a pizza. Iâ€™m not saying thatâ€™s how thingsÂ shouldÂ be, but letâ€™s have some perspective.
6. Though tempted, I would never respond to your â€œYouâ€™re so youngâ€ comment with â€œNo, youâ€™re just old.â€
Respect the journey; Weâ€™re all on it. It doesnâ€™t matter how old we were when we startedâ€”19, 27, 42 â€” weâ€™re all parents.
Besides, you may even learn something from me.
It wasnâ€™tÂ thatÂ long ago that I was a kid, right?
About the Author…
Jessica Keeth is a full-time working mother of 2 tween boys. She blogs about navigating life in a blended family atÂ www.blendwellblog.com. Jessica enjoys skinny jeans, grammar jokes, and the Rocky Mountains. She does her best thinking during her commute or in the shower…until the water runs cold, that is.
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