No, I’m Not The Nanny

Let’s set the scene here: I’m swimming with my kids, alone, and playing in the water. Two other moms come up to me and say, “So cute! Are you the nanny?”

I mean…I guess I should’ve given them props for not just assuming I’m the kids’ mother, but I already knew where this was going.

“Nope, I’m their mom.”

Cue the gasps. “But you look so young! And you’re so small.”

Yes, I did have my kids young. Yes, I do work out, eat healthy, and have a fast metabolism. But why does every single person always default to the nanny? Why couldn’t I be the cool aunt or, bear with me, the mom! Moms can be young or old, thick or thin.

Before I can respond to them, they hit me with an, “Are your kids adopted?”

Hold up, what?

It’s not possible I heard them right. So, I ask, “Sorry, what?”

She laughs. “Did you adopt your kids?”

No, this isn’t a joke. Yes, I gave them an opportunity to change what they were going to say. And yeah, what they said is so not okay.

When has it ever been alright to ask a woman if their kids are adopted? Especially in front of the kids! To answer the question, no, I’m my kids’ biological mother. But imagine for a second if I wasn’t. Imagine if I had adopted my children. First…