A train-ride old adulthood
“Your son is so cute!” said the stranger on the train. J was thrilled that despite his long hair and the mask he has to wear, a stranger knew he was a boy.
“Yes, he is,” I said, “but, I am just babysitting.”
I am at an age that it is normal to have a 5-year-old. It is a mother’s age. I am at an age when my mom was pregnant with me. When most of the women in my family had their second, or…