A few weeks ago my husband and I attended a dinner party held in a private dining room at a local restaurant. The party involved a lot of people, and when it came time for the meal there were place cards indicating where everyone should sit.
When we were seated, Joe and I noticed that we had been placed at a table with those who were about the age of my parents. There were others at the dinner - the same age as us - who were seated together at another table, but for some reason we were seated apart from them.
Now, before I go any further, let me clarify that we had a lovely evening. We enjoyed our dinner companions immensely, but later, on the drive home, we both confessed nagging doubts about the situation.
Are we seen as old?
Not hip, or cool, or funny?
It's true we are in the situation of straddling two camps. On the one hand we have two teenage sons that may make us seem older, but on the other hand we also have a six-year-old who keeps us on our toes.
Maybe we are just hard to categorize ... not young parents, but not old, either.
Then, this past weekend we attended our nephew's baptism. Again there were place cards, and when Joe and I found our places we realized we had been placed at the table with both sets of grandparents.
Now we are really paranoid.