Are You My Mother?

Most of the time when I go to the corner stores or almost any store my son and I are together. Today was no exception. We walked to the corner store for a couple of over priced snacks and some juice. When we arrived there was an older man at the counter turning in his lotto tickets and collecting his winnings and putting in his numbers for this week. As far as I could tell he did pretty good. When all was said and cashed in he walked away with almost $100. So, we were standing behind him waiting. My son waiting not so patiently. He finished collecting his winnings and then he decided to purchase a soda. As he got out of the line he smiled and asked if that was my son or grandson. Yes, I will admit that I am old enough to be his granny if I would have had him 20 something years ago instead of ten. I told him I was his mom and after the look of shock left his face, I guess I was looking a little rough today, no make up, which I hardly ever put on and my hair needs a quick dye job probably, but nonetheless, he then says that he looks just like me. Then he said oh a little like his dad too but more like you. Mind you I have never seen this man before in my life and I sincerely doubt if he has ever seen my son's dad.  I told him thanks that it what everyone says. He then says to me that he REALLY does and he proceeded to ask my son how old he was. He told him ten. He then says he has a grandson that is the same age. He then proceeded to ask if he was a good boy. Of course my son said yes, what kid is going to say no huh? He took a roll of his winnings out of his pocket and peeled off a dollar and gave it to him and told him to continue to be good. My son thanked him and smiled and off the man went smiling just as much as my son. 

It just amazes me that I get the same question over and over again. "Is that your son or grandson?" It doesn't bother me though too much. Some days I guess I look more like a granny then his mom but I take it all in stride. I am not trying to look 20 years younger I am just trying to age gracefully with a few dye jobs on my hair in between because I don't want to be answering the question am I his great granny next. So, whenever I do get that question I just smile and say I am his mom. And let the looks of shock begin which I consider a good thing. I am a see the glass half full type of mom/granny to be.