My children, I think, do not quite get me. I’m an “enigma wrapped in a riddle”. I try to be normal but I do not really know how. So when my children include me in their lives I feel honored and hope that I do not embarrass them too badly. I think what they do to make me seem normal is call me “cute” to justify in their minds my oddness.
My daughter invited me to her new apartment for a pre-birthday party for her visiting sister. She had a group of her friends from her college classes and she was making these delicious spring rolls. Everyone was having fun. It was so nice to see my girls laughing and hear the stories that the young people were sharing.
It was so much fun to get to be included in this party until a young college guy I thought say in my direction “I would like some milk.”
I said, “Oh you want some milk?”
He looked at me and said, “No Milf. You are a milf.”
I looked at him with a blank questioning look. He and several others started bursting out in laughter. I was really lost then and looked to my daughters. They grinned big but then realized I had absolutely no clue what this young man was saying.
“MILF, Mom?” One daughter said.
I shrugged and embarrassed said, “What?”
“MOM?!” said the other.
Still looking blank someone said, “Mother I would like to…”
The embarrassed look on my face went to a whole other level. I think the levels of red in my face went from pink to maroon. Words came stuttering out of my mouth. I didn’t know what to say. The group burst in loud fits of laughter.
All I could end up saying was, “Well…guess you don’t want any milk then…”
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