He's good with numbers...

 I always wondered in the back of my mind when this time would come.

It has taken just under 11 years.

Sometimes, I'm surprised that it has taken this long.

It began several days ago when the athlete approached me when we were all alone and made a random comment while I was on Facebook.  He said to me:  "Mom, you and Dad are really young.  Most of my friends in school have parents that are in their 40's."

Feeling flattered, I replied, "Well yes, that's true.  Dad and I are not as old as most of your friends parents."

That was followed up by him with, "Why?"

I explained that Dad and I met when I was still in college and we loved each other so much we decided to get married and have children at a young age.  (I was 23 to be exact and the coach was 25.  So it's not like we are talking about teen parents or anything, just younger parents.)

That answer seemed to suffice, or so I thought.  He walked out of the room and I went on about my business.  About 5 minutes later he came back and blurted out, "You and Dad had me before you got married?"

That gave me pause.  I quickly ran through things in my head.  I always knew the day would come when he would put 2 and 2 together.  I just wasn't expecting it at that moment.

What tipped him off?

This picture was given to us by my mother-in-law for our 10th anniversary last year.



It wasn't the picture itself,  it was what was below it:


Now the athlete was born on July 1st 2000 and it doesn't take a genius to calculate that if we were married in September of 2000 that he had already  made his appearance into the world and was actually 3 months old on our wedding day.

He told me that he looked at the date on the plaque and basically did the math.   I explained to him that sometimes God has other plans for us and that even though the "right" order of things is to fall in love, get married, and then have children, sometimes it doesn't always happen that way.  (But, I reinforced that it should!)


I anxiously waited, while he processed all the info, afraid of what his next comment might be.  My fears were quelled when he simply shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Well, I'm glad I have young parents. You guys are cool."  He followed that up with a hug!

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, glad that the conversation was over and felt pretty darn good about being a young, cool mom!