For the first time today, I was called Mrs. Cowen-Whitman.
More than once.
It was the last day of school and the kids all wanted to go to Tom's Pizza. We went and as I stood in line to order, I heard a small voice.
Hey... Mrs... Mrs. Cowen-Whitman.
I turned. It was a friend of Ben's who I have known since he was a kindergartner.
Hey, sweetie, I said. I reached over and grabbed his shoulder. then finished ordering.
A few other kids said Hello. They all called me Mrs. Cowen-Whitman. It was a little strange. I'm used to Ben's mom. Zach's mom. Jake's mom. I'm used to a simple "hey."
For an institution mired in patriarchal privilege, I must say, marriage has its benefits. If nothing else, the younger generation sees me as just as married, just as boring, and just as deserving of respect as any heterosexual parent.
Mrs. Cowen-Whitman was a little strange.
But mostly? Nice.
Cross-posted from Suburban Lesbian Housewife