At dinner recently with my college girlfriends (sorority sisters if you must know), we discovered a commonality, at least among this sampling of four 40-year-old Moms.
Our daughters think we're old.
Our little Mini-Mes, who thought we were beautiful and perfect when they were 4, are noticing our fine lines and wrinkles.
When a commercial for an "age-fighting" night cream came on, friend #1's daughter tactfully suggested that she try it, "You know," she said, "to take care of those," pointing to her crow's feet.
Friend #2 told us how her 6-year-old said, "Mommy, I don't like those things up there," referring to the worry lines on her forehead.
Friend #3's first grade son recently came home from a play-date and told her incredulously, "Mom! Guess what? Avery's Mom is only 30."
We laughed over our wine as we pictured Avery telling her Mom, "Ewwwwww, Wyatt's Mom is so old. She's 40."
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I can't believe that is what they said! Hilarious, you could turn this into a TV show.
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