Is there even such a thing as a minor epiphany? I mean, I fully grasp the concept of epiphanies- but this one wasn’t exactly mind boggling or life altering or anything…
Anyhoo. Moving on.
I was at a birthday party for the daughter of some very dear friends of mine (aka Damien’s weekend family). Their little girl is three now, so there were a LOT of three and four year old girls at this party, as well as a few babies. Apart from one little boy of about ten years old, Damien was by far the eldest. A few older kids arrived later in the afternoon, but Damien was older than them too. The other moms were all about my age- some younger- but I really had nothing in common with them. Any blogger out there who has had children will know how it goes when moms with kids of comparable ages get together- the whole conversation revolves around babies and children. What and how they eat, how many teeth they have, which milestone they’ve reached, how they’re progressing at school, which class they’re in and how the moms and kidlets feel about their kid’s teachers.
And then there’s mois- with a child more than five times older than everyone else’s- I can and do try to join in on the conversation, but for me it’s all past tense; and things are very different now to when Damien was a toddler! And don’t get me wrong- these moms weren’t rude or distant or anything, but those conversations just aren’t interesting for me anymore! I spent most of my time taking pictures of the party and that was great fun (the nice thing with a digital is you can be looking at a baby to get them to smile without disappearing behind the camera and losing the smile!)
Before I get completely off topic here- my epiphany was this: I don’t really seem to “fit in” with my friends and most of the people in my social circle anymore.
Does that make sense?
It was a rather strange, um, set of thoughts. I don’t want to do baby-talk because I’m way past that and things have changed so much. But no one in my social circle has teenager stories to swap with me… the rest of the group of people I hang out with (friends of friends that I see at my friends homes a lot of the time) are couples, and I’m not part of a couple.
Sorry- it’s a little disjointed… its hard to write this down without making it seem like I feel like I’m losing out… when I’m not… KWIM?