• A is for Agape

Grey Hairs and Mean Little Boxes


Assumptions can be made about me now that I am in this box. I am probably married, if not already divorced and on my second marriage (it happens.) I have at least one child, most likely more. I have worked at least ten years in some form or another. Speaking of which, I’m approaching a marker year for class reunions. I have grey hairs, multiple grey hairs.


See, I am married, to a great man, and it’s only been the one man. And yes, I have two children, two beautiful, miraculous children who know my age, have been known to blurt it out to total strangers, even, and yet they don’t care. To them, I am all I need to be right now. I have worked in one capacity or another for over ten years, but the job I put most often on my resume these days is Mom, and I’m happy about that. I don’t know if I’ll go to my next special year reunion, but if I do, I’m going to dye those grey hairs and walk proudly in to see my old classmates, that distance and time have separated, but not esteem and friendship.

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