So, I'm at the market on yesterday, and this punk haired young man says, "Can ask you for some Mom advice?" And I just laugh, because as I've said before, I just have a face that people talk to. He's carrying two bags of prewashed lettuce and is looking for precooked chicken strips. He's fixing dinner for his girlfriend. So I walk him over to the cold case where they are and wish him a wonderful Valentine's Day.
Twenty years ago, I would have been squeezing into a tight dress and been going out all hot stuff. Now days, I have a different kind of mighty. I have the superpowers that moms all over the world have. We can give advice, find things, pat hands, clean up cat mess, negotiate family conflicts, and bake cookies.
We middle-aged suburban ladies have mad skills.
That is all I have to say.