Tavelling and walking around London without children I find I have become every young person’s mother.
I smile, I nod, I pass a comment if we are sitting somewhere, about a book they may be reading, or the boots they are wearing, the weather, or, in one young lady’s case, the fact she wasn’t plugged into her ipod listening to music or talking on the phone as most of her peers are.
I complimented the young girl in the beauty shop where Malia goes for waxing treatments on how lovely her hair looked, it was bright red and glossy. She was so happy and couldn’t stop smiling while I made an appointment for my daughter…notice, not for me!!
On the tube a young man was grinning to himself as he tucked into a hot Cornish pasty safely wrapped in a paper bag. He was grinning because it smelled so good and everyone around him kept turning round, and was making puff pastry crumbs down his scarf and around his mouth.
I was reminded of my zoo keeper son in Dublin walking along tucking into his Cornish pasty.
I smiled and nodded at the young man, he smiled back, he’d been noticed and affirmed!
So had I! Thanks Mum!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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