I came home early today. The husband worked from home, which was why I had no one to fetch me from the office. I arrived home and saw the nanny still cleaning up some area rugs. I suddenly remembered and asked if the help had found a replacement from their hometown.

She then told me that her stepmother would be the replacement. Ok, I was shocked to hear that. I pictured the stepmom to be, well, old. So I asked how old her stepmom is. She answered “30”. Wow! I am older than her stepmom.

Honestly sometimes I find it irritating when this 19-year-old nanny calls me “mommy!!!” imitating my little daughter. Now I understand where her confidence (to call me mommy) comes from. I am old enough to be her stepmom! Suddenly, I feel old.