I love running into people in the supermarket. I’m a weirdo, I know.
In our little community it’s unavoidable, so I figure I might as well embrace the chance to meet my kid’s classmates, or teachers, or other school parents.
And if I can embarrass my son, 12 year old Winston, at the same time, that’s a bonus.
This week, we saw a school friend, Emily*, when we were at Woolies.
Things people say before having kids. Post continues below.
I’d heard a bit (all good things) about Emily, so being the complete tragic mum I am, I insisted we stop for a how-were-your-holidays chat.
Which meant Winston needed to introduce me.
“This is my mum,” he told Emily.
Her response wasn’t exactly expected.
“Oh Winston, you’re always making things up as a joke, she’s not your mum!”
I burst out laughing, knowing exactly why Emily didn’t believe him.
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Not sure I get the point. On the one hand I can get that it would be frustrating to have the odd person assume that you were not related (I had that as a child too with my mother) but you even stated yourself that yourself (tounge in cheek) that you wondered if something had gone wrong with the ivf samples!
And in response to the comment earlier, I knew a friend's whose ex husband was of very dark complexion and her son was also similar though she has a Anglo complexion. She was rarely ever assumed to be his mum, and also would get asked by multiple people which adoption agency she went through! But she never once thought of it as racism.
Hahaha I totally get this! While my son looks just like me (my father is Pakistani) and has the same coloured skin as me, it was a different story with my Mum and I. She is a very white skinned green eyed red-head to my dark eyes/skin/hair. My whole childhood was made up of people who couldn't work out that we were mother/daughter lol.