I was at dinner with my family when the strangest exchange ensued, or should I say timely. We were talking about summer plans and everyone was saying where they would like their dream vacation to be. Out of the blue my daughter asked my husband “how old are you exactly Daddy?” causing the conversation to quickly shift. I became extremely quiet, as I did not want to be next on her age inquiry hit list. Now, before my husband could answer my son said loudly “no need to answer that, we already know your age.” He replied “How do you know if I haven’t answered?”, it simply had never come up. “We Googled you Dad”, my other “adult” child blurted out abruptly. Then they started Googling me, right there at the table. Apparently nothing came up on my age in their in-depth background check. “Mom you don’t even have a Wikipedia page!”, she said in horror making me feel as though my complete undocumented existence was therefore null and void. So if a life has been lived out fully yet never documented in Google, did it ever exist? Does everything need to be shared with our children about our past? I never knew my parents ages and it never even crossed my mind to ask. Is there any privacy or mystery to anything in this day of the internet?
This got me to thinking about an age old question. Does a lady tell her age to her children or anyone for that matter? I was raised where you never asked a woman her age and if you had any grace at all, you never told. But now with all the access to everyone’s information just finger tips and a click away, there is a new era of women who shout it from the roof tops. In fact she wears it as a badge of honor. Where do you stand on this? Do we celebrate it or keep it mysterious and be the ageless timeless beauties we once were?
Very confusing for a Hollymom in “Hollywoodland” where men get better with age and women are dinosaurs at the age of 35!