Am feeling old and fat. Leah went grocery shopping with me and as we stood at the deli counter making small talk with JoAnne, the deli lady, she smiled and asked if we were having a "grandmother/grand-daughter day"? I should have just said yes but I feel the need to correct people when they call me Leah's grandma. So I said "no, this is my daughter." Had I known how JoAnne would react, I would have let it go. She paused and then in embarassment said "she should have known." Then as she readied the roast beef she apologized with each slice. I said "it's okay, I understand." The apologies would not stop and it made things much worse. I tried to reassure her but she continued. Even as we made our way to the dairy case, I could hear her relating the story to her co-worker. Stop. Enough.
I'm wondering if in the future I should just let it go when someone makes this assumption. I really do understand why. I mean I have friends with grandchildren that are Leah's age. It makes sense but I just don't need reminders of how old I am. I always wonder if all the celebrities with their IVF babies hear these same comments. Does their botox, plastic surgery and sparkling teeth make them immune?
In the car, on the way home, Leah told me that I'm pretty.
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