A Year of Smiles – Day 204


My husband, my younger son and I walk into a restaurant.

Sounds like the beginning of a good joke, doesn’t it? Keep reading. You’ll probably get a laugh. I certainly did!

We walk up to the counter but no cashier was in sight. While I survey the menu, my husband hands me some money (That’s always awesome!) and leaves me standing beside my son to wait for someone to take our order. 

Now, I have to interrupt my story to give you a bit of information pertinent to your understanding of what is to follow. My younger son has been taller than me for quite some time now. He’s 5’6″. I’m only 5′ – if I stand really tall. And since my older son is 5’10” or so, I’ll be looking up to everyone from now on. (But they still know who’s in charge! 😉)

Anyway, there we are waiting at the counter – short mama and tall son. A few moments later, a young lady walks up to the register and begins to giggle. Immediately she addresses me. “When I saw you from over there, I thought you were his little sister,” she says while pointing to my son, “and I was going to ask if you wanted to wait til your dad got back to order.”

I now have a new best friend! 😜

I’ve always been the victim of mistaken identity. My small stature gives others the notion that I am younger than I actually am. When I was younger, I would get offended. For instance, in my first youth director job, I took a group of young people to a function being hosted by another local church. As we were waiting to enter the event, the youth director from the other church walked straight toward our group, stood right in front of me, looked over my head to my youth standing behind me and asked, “Okay. Where’s your leader?” Yeah. If I didn’t have to set a good example that night, somebody would’ve gotten a swift kick to his shin! 

Now, however, that my age is showing in my face, my hair and I suppose everywhere else, the cases of mistaken identity are few and far between. So, when they happen, I can’t help but SMILE. What woman wouldn’t love to be mistaken for someone much younger?!

By the way, I’ve begun to make a correlation between my boys’ heights and these recent cases of mistaken identity… 

Have I ever told you how much I love hanging out with my boys? Hehe!!


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