What I Learned Today: 7/12/11
As a camp counselor for five- to twelve-year-olds, I expect the unanticipated, the funny and the countless runs to the bathroom. But what one little five-year-old girl asked me today caught me totally off-guard. With the sweetest smile and the softest voice, she walked up to me out of the blue and asked me when I was going to get married. I guess when you’re five, anyone who’s a full 2 ½ feet taller than you looks old enough to be married. Being 18 and (you guessed it…) an incoming freshman in college, getting married isn’t really at the forefront of my thoughts. In fact, the last difficult decision I remember making was which quilt to buy for my dorm. I awkwardly answered, “Um, no. Not for a very, very long time.”
But then again, was marriage really that foreign to my mind? See, I arrive to camp a good fifteen minutes earlier than everyone else, and so obviously that time is wisely spent perusing the most recent tweets of Glamour magazine, @glamourdotcom. Just this morning I read an article about colorful stone engagement rings and another one about this week’s wedding dress style obsession. I can’t help but wonder now what was going through that little girl’s mind when she got the idea about me getting married. Was it me finding that Cinderella-like true love and starting a life with someone? Or was it me in the perfect dress, with the perfect hair, with a Barbie-doll smile?
In all, I’ve been perceived as someone in her mid-twenties a lot lately. Looks like I’m slacking on this whole aging business. :)