Being Mrs. Robinson

"You should meet my daughter. You're about the same age." I told Omar on class number two of a twelve-week program on brain disorders. The course had a science-based approach but the schooling I received was much different than my expectations.

I arrived late for the initial session. Omar offered the seat next to him and helped me to find my place in the handouts. During the break we exchanged a few details about ourselves. There was gentleness as he described his reason for attending. I was moved by his lack of resentment for what would surely be a lifetime of caring for an afflicted family member. His acceptance was remarkable. He was 28 years old.

By the third class I asked if he had a girlfriend. He didn't. I gave him my 26-year-old daughter's email address and described her long list of attributes. He seemed interested yet never followed through. 

A few weeks later were driving to a holiday celebration when I received the first text message.Happy Holidays. Have a wonderful day. I was surprised and read it to my daughter as she drove.

"Maybe he didn't email me because he's interested in you," she said with a smile.

"Don't be silly, I'm old enough to be his mother."