I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
June 6, 2011
“Hi Susan, it’s Lindsay,” I said into the phone. “We were wondering if Jenny might like to come over and play for a little while.”
There was a confused pause and then a loud exhalation into the phone.
“Susan?” I asked.
“I’ll get my mom,” she answered.
Oops. I realized in that moment that she was a he. And he was Susan’s ten-year-old son.
What can I say? On the phone, at least, he sounded exactly like Susan.
I covered the receiver while Joey went to look for his mom. “Oh no!” I whispered to my husband. “That was actually Joey on the phone!”
“Niiice,” my husband said, chuckling.
In a few moments, Susan answered and I managed to keep my giggles at bay as we arranged an impromptu playdate. I didn’t mention what had happened with Joey, but I had no doubt it was still on his mind. The memories had all come rushing back the moment I heard his exaggerated sigh.
I vividly recall a few years growing up when adults would call our home and think my older brother was my mom. Oh, the mortification! The shame! To a boy right on the verge of The Changing of the Voice, there’s not much more humiliating than being mistaken for your mother.
“Do you remember that happening when you were a kid?” I asked Hubs after I’d hung up with Susan. “Because I remember when that would happen to my brother, and it was a VERY BIG DEAL. There was a lot of angst afterward. A lot of accusations.”
“Of course I remember it,” Hubs said. “It was awful! So embarrassing!”
I looked over at Bruiser, innocently playing with his Batman set, and thought about what was to come– It’s yet another piece in the puzzle of raising a boy that I hadn’t considered up until that moment. Being mistaken for a woman at a time when that seems like the worst, most humiliating thing that could possibly ever happen to you…
I giggled again. I couldn’t help it.
It’s going to be hilarious.
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