To Sir with LoveMay 20, 2005
You never forget that special someone, do you? The one that makes you feel different than you've ever felt before. That sweet person who makes you feel...
I had one of those shared moments recently. I went with the family to visit some friends who have a live-in nanny. Lindsay is a very sweet 23-year old who is fantastic with kids. We had met a couple of times previously, so when she walked toward the house, I casually said, "Hey! How's it going Lindsay?"
"Great!" she smiled. "It's good to see you, sir."
Did she just call me sir? Yes, it was unmistakenly sir.
She walked into the house and I smiled knowing that Lindsay would forever be my first. The first person to call me sir based entirely on a perceptive grasp of our age difference. This was not the sir of a well-trained child or an employee, this was the sir of an adult speaking respectively to an older adult.
Since I am very nearly 35 years old, I am certainly entitled to be called sir. I think I began to think I was immune to such things, as I was told for years that I look young for my age. Now that I think of it, no one has said that for a long time.
So, I finally have my 11th sign that I'm no longer young. And to Linday I say, thanks for smiling when you said it - it hardly seemed like a bad thing at all.