I've crossed over...

It happened. Just the other day. I became one of the "old ones." When I started at the organization where I work,I was young. Like real young. The youngest one there...I was 26 years old. Most of the other women were easily 15-20 years older than me. I was the young pup. They all said, "I could be your mother." They said, "Isn't it hard to work and me the mom of babies? I didn't return to work until my kids were in school." Blah. Blah. Blah. I couldn't WAIT to turn 30.I don't know what I thought would happen on this magical birthday. I just felt something had to change. Well, it didn't. Until the other day. Fast forward sixteen years. Yes, I'm still here. Still one of the er..."younger" ones....Then, Tue. one of the young employees...(Like real young. Like the youngest one there...she's 24 years old.)came into my office. It was after 5 pm and she popped in and said, "K. I just have to tell you. I've been meaning to tell you this...I want to be just like you when I get older." Huh?? What? I couldn't hear the compliment over the ...GET OLDER part! Wow....really? It was a mixed blessing. I was considered older! Yes! But wait...now I'm considered one of the older ones.