Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Accidental Has-Been

More than a decade ago, I had a really fun summer job that involved attending black-tie events with celebrities.

Now, on a good day, I get to attend the shower.

A little less than a decade ago, I stood in bright, shiny collegiate graduation gear while members of an esteemed committee taught me a secret handshake.

Within the past few weeks, one of my sons quickly squatted in the bathtub, grunted, and then handed--yes, HANDED--me a solid, perfectly-formed turd. "Rock," he pronounced.

Lines are forming around my eyes almost as quickly as Italian vocabulary words are fleeing my brain.

Am I a shell of my former self, or am I something new entirely?

Which way is really "it"?


Anonymous c.s. said...

you have gained more layers on top of the shiny memories of yore. no shells, no new, just more.

you have not traded one for the other; you have had the opportunity to live both.

and, "rock" -- that's wonderful. did i tell you about the time my niece placed her fresh "rock" on the dinner plate while her mother stepped into the kitchen for a moment?

8:58 PM  
Blogger Tink said...

It's always you, you're just dressed in a new Mommy suit. Someday you'll put something new over that, maybe a writer suit, an explorer suit, or a tea-drinking-in-a-rocker suit. ;)

9:18 AM  
Blogger Mamalujo said...

hoo boy, that's tough. {{hug}}

There may be a clue in your description of your child's turd as "perfectly formed."

2:32 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

You're the same person with different stains on your clothes and a new set of reasons to guzzle wine in the evening.

5:39 PM  

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