Twenty-four-year-old me delivered that line with as much indignation as I could muster. I was at the ticket counter to see a movie, “Easy Rider,” which had just opened. It had a restrictive rating – only those who were 18+ years old could see it.
Well! Don’t you know, I got “carded”?! The ticket lady thought I was under 18 years old!
Puffing out my chest to its mighty 24 years’ worth, I said, illogically, “But… I’m a mother!”
You should have seen the expression on her face. It was something like this, with as much “I don’t care” attitude as possible.
When I realized she was completely unimpressed with my declaration of maternal bliss, I dug out my driver’s licence from my purse and grudgingly presented it to her.
She equally grudgingly took my money and gave me a ticket.
Here’s a little shot of baby Kathryn, who I thought made me automatically an adult, i.e. over 18 at least! (Note for those who care – Summer of 1970, back when I still straightened my hair. )
And here they both are now, Kathryn and her brother Jeremy, making me indeed a proud mom twice over!
Happy Mother’s Day to all! 😍😊😘