Age

     I recently turned 39 years old. Does that make me uncomfortable? Not really. I feel young and come from a long line of relatives who seem to take age with stride, so I truly don't obsess about it. That being said, when my age was put into perspective by my daughter, I did cringe a little.
     Nola and I occasionally watch So You Think You Can Dance. It is such a fun show and usually kid friendly. Well this year there is a dancer named Fik-shun and he is adorable. He is a twitch dancer which is like street dance or hip hop. He is great with his own genre of dancing but has excelled in other forms as well. So, last week, I was talking to my mom about the show and explained to her that Fik-shun was so cute that I wanted to put him in my pocket and take him home with me.
     Nola, who was sitting near us looked straight at me and said, "Mom," imagine a bit of an attitude with the word mom, "You can't take Fik-shun home with you, he's 18 and your 39!"
     I guess I did sound like a bit of a cougar talking about a boy who could actually be my own child should I have given birth at 21. So I now recant my statement that age doesn't bother me, in the right context, it's slightly alarming.