Kindergarten Lunchroom

Last Wednesday, Kash, our 5 yr. old grandson, invited us to his kindergarten for Thanksgiving lunch.  Walter and I worked it out to be there before his class went into the lunchroom.  He was both happy and surprised that we were there.

He sat next to Walter and I sat across from him.  A girl named McKenzie sat next to me.  While Kash and his Grandpoppie talked, I talked to the girl classmate.  "I am Kash's Grandmother," I told her.  "I thought you were his Me Ma," she said.  "Well, I guess I am his Me Ma, but I am called Grandmother, " I told her.

"I thought you were a Me Ma because your hair is the same color as my Me Ma's."  I thought I would laugh out loud but I composed myself enough to say, "Yes.  When you become a Me Ma is about the time your hair turns this color."  We went on to have a nice conversation.



Kash is Wearing an Orange Tie at his Preschool Graduation Earlier This Year

Our conversation stayed with me all day and even until now.  Although true what the girl had said, I still wandered how much evidence will I have to gather before I can admit to myself that I am aging.  You see, it didn't feel much different to me to be sitting on the stools in that lunchroom as when I did it over 55 years ago!