When Age Is Just A Number
When I put my table together in my mind, I realize something. Most of the people sitting at it are significantly younger than me. Some of them I met when they were children. I could easily be the mother of most of them. In my lifetime struggle with relationships and boundaries I got to thinking about this. Am I immature? Do I act my age? What is it I am looking for in, or getting out of these friendships? Do I have any friends my own age?