Teen or adult?

Okay, it is no secret to anyone that I do not look my age - I don't even break the 5 ft. mark, I'm quite petite (even pregnant), the gray I do have is scattered sporadically throughout my hair instead of in patches (and you have to look close to see that they really are white/gray and not blonde), and I even have a young-looking face especially when I pull my hair back. All things that will be a HUGE blessing in about 30 years when I don't even look close to turning 60, but there are moments now (and over the past years) that it can be a bit frustrating...like today at Wal-Mart.

Jbird and I ran to the store to get milk, bread and a few other essentials. I often get looks when I am out with him that scream, "Wow, look what a young mother she is;" and I find myself subconciously making sure my wedding band is evident to any who pass by. Today was no different...and the mom and daughter behind us in line then commented that I was pregnant AGAIN...however, they apparently missed the day in school where you learn to use your inside voice.

It is moments like this that make me want to pull out my driver's license to show them I am approaching 30...or wear a sign that says something along the lines of "Almost 30, married over 7 years, and two miracle children...I'll be glad to prove it all!"

I thank God I can find humor in the stares/questioning looks...and I'll laugh all the way to the bank as I grow old gracefully without having to pay for plastic surgery to look 10 years younger!