“It happens to women ‘of a certain age,'” I used to hear my mother say, without any idea what it meant. I think I’ve finally figured it out.
When I see kids walking around without coats or hats even on nice days like today, I think “where is your mother?”
I only allow even myself dessert if I’ve eaten my veggies.
When I see kids going up the slide on the playground I look around for the adult in charge.
I add layers to Mister when I’M cold.
Oh no. It happened. I’ve reached the age of…MOTHER.
What age have you reached? What certain age is your writing? Your characters?