The thing is, I'm not sure when it happened. I mean, she's only six!
But, over time, I have realized that many mothers of younger children don't seem interested in my perspective anymore.
I thought I was still kinda cool, but no.
I saw it at the convention in Denver.
I see it in social media.
I felt it when I took Dez to the library for baby group today.
I was very happily surprised to see a mom there with a sweet little one-year-old with Down syndrome. I hadn't seen them there before. I plotted out how I would eventually make my way over to that side of the room, hoping to introduce myself before they left. I couldn't let them leave! What if they were new in town? What if she needed support? Aaaack!
So, eventually, I followed through...confirmed that was, in fact, her child and then stepped out on the faith that I have mad Ds-recognition skillz.
"I also have a daughter with Down syndrome. She's six."
She said a little more, but I was already deflated. And reminded. I am old news. I know nothing about Early Intervention in this state. I can't help with preschool. A play date wouldn't be a good match because of the age gap. I bet there are a million fresh-faced bloggers out there who I don't even know about.
They are whipper-snappers, forging new paths, creating bonds of which I am not a part. The fact that I just said "whipper-snappers" is pretty confirming. I'm passé.
They probably have their own secret handshake and wonder why we didn't make it happen when we had the chance.
I'm starting to sound pathetic. And maybe a tad dramatic.
But still. I mean.
When did this threshold crossing happen? Was it kindergarten? And when will it occur again? Someone needs to warn me next time.
Draw me a picture.
Can't you see I'm fragile?