So I might be over-thinking it a bit because I’ve got a lot of reasons to justify my position. But the simple truth is, there is no way I am telling my 3-year-old son my age!
Read more of my personal story today at Mommyish:
Yesterday I had a rather traumatic experience. My son asked me a question, I hesitated briefly, and then lied right to his sweet angel face. The fib-worthy question he asked?
“How old are you, mommy?”
My first thought was “there is no way in hell I am going to tell you that.” What use could a 3-year-old have for that information? He’ll broadcast it in public, on the bus, in the grocery store, at school. All of my mommy friends will confirm this and I remember doing it when I was young as well.
“My mommy is 23,” I would tell any stranger who would listen. I’ve written about other words I don’t think my son can use with appropriate discretion at the age of three and now we can add another concept: my age.
Back in the Mommyish offices I started to think about exactly why I didn’t want to share this information. I am not ashamed of my age: I have had amazing experiences, I am proud of my accomplishments, and I truly love the place I am in with my life right now. Knowing that nothing in life is perfect, I would dare to say it’s pretty close. So what is there to hide?