January 13th, 2019

In the store the other day, I was making my usual rounds with balancing the kids (another rant for another day) and the task ahead of me. I hear behind me the voice of an ever so helpful store clerk. “Can I help you, Ma’am?” Ma’am? I turned around only to be greeted by a familiar face. The young chap that had just called me Ma’am was a friend of my little brother. I said “Excuse me…I am not a Ma’am” When did I become a Ma’am??? A Ma’am was always the neighbor next door, the teacher or heck, any older lady. So when does one become a Ma’am? When you’re married? Have children? Reach a certain age? I have never considered myself of a certain age! What exactly is that magic age that one officially becomes a Ma’am? Now being only 26 this isn’t something that I thought I would have to consider any time soon. Now, no offense to the Ma’am s out there, but I am not one. Right? Age is creeping up on me and so is this apparent dilemma! Am I really that matronly lady that exudes Ma’ams. Is Ma’amness even a word? When did I go from a young trophy wife (yeah right) to an old motherly Ma’am? I see it is time for me to reclaim my previous status. I refuse to be a Ma’am!