Like A Mom

As of late, there have been several occasions where co-workers have said with surprise,”You’re a mom?” or “You have a kid?” I’m not certain how to accept their surprise. Either it’s insulting (”Wow, you are so irresponsible and foul-mouthed that I can’t believe you actually influence a young life”) or flattering (”Wow, you are mom and aren’t wearing mom jeans or driving a mini-van … or the Seattle equivalent … a Subaru”). No offense to the Subaru drivers. I’ve never been quite sure.