Do you ever have those moments when you feel exceptionally old?
Saturday was one such time.
I wheeled my grocery cart from the super center cash register, took off my glasses and put on my sunglasses. Before I could get to the door, I spotted a familiar face.
It was Angela, one of my former eighth grade students.
It had been many years since she was in my classroom and I suppose I hadn’t seen her in five or more years.
She had cut her hair to about 1/8th of an inch and had lost a few pounds but overall, she looked the same.
Sadly, I looked like gravity was my best friend...
We chatted about many things: her job in the store’s sports department, her two children at home, the ex-husband, the nine grandchildren, and the live-in boyfriend, who is 18 years older.
Angela was excited to tell me that in a few months, she would finish her Associates degree in Accounting; overall, she seemed happy.
I had always had faith in her ability to be successful. It felt good to talk to her until she told me she was 41 years old.
I believe, my lower lip dropped to the floor.
It couldn’t be.
She needed to be somewhere between 17 and 35, but not 41.
When she was my student, I was perhaps 26 or 27 years old; the time had certainly gone by at the blink of an eye.
Her oldest son is 24, and mine is 21…
Where did the time go?
I felt old, and such a late bloomer.
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Have a great day.