A New Era

This afternoon, I went to see Sex and the City with Noel (hmm, how to do an umlaut on Blogger?). I was coming out of the popcorn line, and as I fumbled with my wallet, purse, popcorn, soda, and the jacket I brought because it's always cold in movie theaters, I thought, "Ugh, I'm fumbling around with all this stuff like somebody's mother." And then I realized, with some dismay, that I am somebody's mother, and therefore there is nothing at all witty or ironic about the observation. I love the job, but now all of my uncoolness is not even individuated or original.*

Oh well, on the other hand, my new demographic identity makes me slightly less concerned (though given my vanity, "slightly less concerned" still warrants recent extended conversations with my husband, my mother, Noel, and JS, along with emailing a picture to JS for the sheer shock value) with the fact that I am totally going bald at this point. And it's not just losing the pregnancy hair!

*I speak, of course, of mothers in general. My own mother walks that fine line between not trying to be cool and not becoming frumpy. In this as in many things, I hope to follow in her footsteps.