When I was a teenager, I obviously knew EVERYTHING. (That fact is still discussed in some philosophical circles, but we are not debating that today.) ANYWAY, I have a "history", if you will, of knowing it all. Then I became a working girl. Yes...I had the difficult challenge of working at Anthony's department store one summer. I was hired as a department head of the lingerie and accessories department. (My intelligence was SO obvious that, from day one, I was in charge of putting pantyhose on the shelf according to the color-coded diagram. NOT an easy task, my friend.)
At the tender age of 19, I realized that with age comes credibility. (Granted, I was VERY "in-the-know" about anything and everything, but for some reason, this isn't always accepted from a teen.)....(Y'all know I'm being sarcastic, right? Kinda!) I decided that the best age to be...the age to where one is seen as an adult was the age of 21. I mean, you can legally buy alcohol....that means maturity, right? WRONG!
After 21 came and went, I decided that SURELY 25 was the magic year. FINALLY! I'm 25, I'm not some young-whipper snapper. I wasn't living with my parents. I had been married for 4 1/2 years and I was gainfully employed....by a copy company, but I made good money...for back in the day.
The age of 25 lasted only a year (as they usually do) and I still felt like I had no business sharing my wealth of knowledge, my pearls of wisdom, my wit and my talent. One day, when I was about 27, I went to see an "expert" on some such nonsense....the "expert" was 25. WHAT?!?!? HOW CAN YOU BE AN EXPERT WHEN YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN I AM?
OK....so I know the logic is a bit jacked-up, but I still feel the same. On Friday, I am officially old. (Well, it's the number that I decided MUST be old....I don't feel old, but since I stated it SO long ago...and I was....ahem...AM so smart, then it must be). I will be 36. *sigh* Old enough to be an expert, right? OK, whatever.
I had a teacher training yesterday. I had 13 (well....supposed to be 13, 2 couldn't make it) Sunday school teachers come to the church at 8 in the morning (early for some, but they showed because I told them to) and listened to me say things like, "You need to remember to check in." "You must do this, and you should do that." I even taught on the 5 love languages. I SPOKE like I KNEW what I was talking about.
Last night, I was talking to hubby. I said, "I see older women" (of which I'm officially a group) "who impart their sage advice and it is GOOD! They need to be listened to." Then I asked, "At what point did they feel that that was their place? When do they become an expert?"
I guess if it comes from experience and training, then I have to be in. I've been married for 15 1/2 years and I have 4 children. I'm a teacher (not just in my desire...I mean a certified teacher), so I know how to get a class of 35 kids under control.
SO....happy birthday to me. May the words that I speak exhort and lift up those who happen to think that I am an expert.