Interesting question.
At work, to my coworkers I'm "the young one". I'm 31. There's one other woman who's 37, but everyone else is over 50, and most people are over 60.
In my neighborhood, I'm probably "that white lady". (our neighborhood is predominantly black)
But most places, I'm "L's mom". Funny how our kids define us for so many years of our lives.
At work, to my coworkers I'm "the young one". I'm 31. There's one other woman who's 37, but everyone else is over 50, and most people are over 60.
In my neighborhood, I'm probably "that white lady". (our neighborhood is predominantly black)
But most places, I'm "L's mom". Funny how our kids define us for so many years of our lives.
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