Musings of a Marfan Mom

In Which I Exam My Crow’s Feet

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This is me now.

This is my husband now.

Just kidding. Sort of.

Here he is.

He’s got a bit of a youthful face, I’m sure you’d agree.

I don’t have such a gift. When I was 13, a woman thought I was 23. I’ve been asked a few times recently if I’m in my mid-30s. (For the record, I’ll be 25 in about a week.)

Well, when my son was in the hospital last week, Mark and I had a conversation with the nightshift nurse. She was very nice, pulled up a chair and chatted for a bit while preparing Menininho’s medication dose.

“So, out of curiosity, how old are you?” she asked my husband.

He replied, “26, in a couple of weeks.”

The nurse laughed. “When you were in the hall, asking about a bottle, I thought you were your son’s brother. I figured you were about 12.”

His son’s brother? Do you know what that means? She thought I was MY HUSBAND’S MOTHER!

Please excuse me while I go buy some expensive face-lifting creams for old ladies.

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  1. I will admit that I use wrinkle cream around my eyes already and I’ll be 25 in a few months…..but people think I look like I am in high school. Ever since my little brother (who is 21) grew a beard everyone started to think he was older than me!

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    marfmom Reply:

    You DO look like you’re in high school, lol.

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  2. This is too funny, and so sad! That nurse obviously needs glasses. 😉 When I was pregnant with my first, I got sympathetic looks and comments because people thought I was a teenage mom! I was 26. It’s not okay on either side – older or younger. Don’t people know they’re giving us a complex? 😉

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  3. Hahaha that’s rough. Scott looks younger than me, for sure. If it helps, I think you totally look your age. :)

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  4. If it’s any consolation, my family was on vacation when I was about 13, which would’ve made my sister 3. Someone in the elevator at our hotel asked if Erin was my daughter, which would have made my mom the grandma. We were not amused. (Except for Erin, who was probably concentrating on pulling all of the towels out of our bag or counting the dots on the floor or something).

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  5. That is NOT so right. Maybe she needs to wear an eyeglass or one with the right prescription. Dang! Some people can be so blind LOL

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  6. I have the opposite problem, everyone thinks I’m way younger than my husband and he’s actually a year younger than I am. He went bald early so that didn’t help matters.

    When I was pregnant, I couldn’t wear my wedding ring on my finger and these two old ladies in Target got so nasty making snide comments about me being an unwed teenage mom. My hormonal pregnant self got really upset and kept trying to convince them otherwise, but they refused to believe me even when I showed them my rings on the chain around my neck!

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  7. Oh no she di’nt!!! (FYI: Imagine me saying it with my pointer finger in the air, one hand on my hip while my neck moves side to side.)
    Seriously, the night shift must’ve gotten to her brain! I swear, some people just don’t think before they open their mouths. You look lovely and so does your husband. Now if you absolutely feel it’s necessary to go out and buy expensive face cremes, please skip the one that contains the foreskin of little baby boys. Thank you and that is all. lol

    Kristi, Live and Love…Out Loud
    @TweetingMama

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    marfmom Reply:

    Say whaaaaaaat?! Never having purchased face creams I have no idea what’s in them. They really contain baby foreskin?!

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  8. Maybe it has something to do with being tall. Some people think that I am older than I am. Maybe it is because we are so intelligent,wise and mature that we must be older than we really are!

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  9. I was shopping with my kids, at the time they were 6,7 and 9 and the sales lady said how nice it was that Grandma was spending the day with her grand kids. I was only in my late 30’s

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  10. My mom was doing her student teaching when Dad came to surprise her with lunch. He walked in and met the class (first graders) when he came in to say hi. She introduced him simply as “Mr. N.” One student piped up, “Mrs. N., is that your dad?” That was seventeen years ago; we haven’t stopped giving him a hard time about it yet.

    And I can’t tell you how many of my patients ask me how old I am. Mark has a baby face. As do I. I feel his (and your) pain.

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