Once it hit the 10-month mark for me and my much older boyfriend, Brandon, we decided that it was time to finally meet each other’s families. After we had our first fight, we got to understand what it was that the other was looking for, and even though Brandon was only my second real relationship, I knew that he had the potential of being “the one.” When it came to Brandon meeting my parents for the first time, I was a little nervous and apprehensive. Not only was Brandon 26 years older than me, but he was older than both my mom and dad. However, both of my parents already knew that there was an age difference between the two of us, so it was not a surprise to them.
We had decided to take a trip to visit my mom in the next city over, which meant a 45-minute drive. Brandon was a little nervous as well; he only had spoken to my mom over the phone once, but had never met her in person. It was arranged as a little get-together with my siblings and mom. My mom was a very outgoing, energetic woman and from the get go, so I had a feeling that she would like Brandon, since they shared that same energy. The only thing I was worried about was her cracking a joke about our age difference.
Brandon had expressed a concern over our age gap and even worried that my parents would think he was “robbing the cradle.” I had put him at ease about it, but I was not entirely sure how they truly felt. My dad agreed that he was happy as long as I was happy and my mom confessed that she was the last person to naysay our age gap relationship. So the only thing I was dreading was for her to say a crass joke and make Brandon uncomfortable.
Before we knew it we were knocking on my mom’s door. Brandon looked over at me, smiled, and said, “Here goes nothing.” I could tell he was nervous and I reassured him.
The door opened and my mom greeted us. “Lena! How are you? Oh, is this Brandon? Hi, I’m Veronica.” She motioned for us to come in. “Hi, mom,” Brandon said, giving my mom a hug. I was a little taken back that he felt familiar enough with my mom,and I wasn’t sure how my mom was going to take being called “mom” by my boyfriend who was nine years her senior. But she gave him a hug right back and laughed. The entire evening flowed harmoniously. We all had our laughs, out came the embarrassing pictures of me, and, to my joy, it was as if our age difference was nothing when it came to my family.
When it came time to meet Brandon’s kids, it was again another nerve-wracking ordeal. I was not a fan of meeting new people, and with the added pressure of being the potential new stepmom, I was dreading to come face to face with his son, who was only a few years younger than me.
The day came sooner than I anticipated and before I knew it, we were all sitting together at a nice high-end restaurant. It was neat to see that Brandon’s genes were apparent in both his kids; they both looked like him and even had the same mannerisms. With those mannerisms came a politeness in a teenage boy that I never knew was possible and I looked over at the father that made him that way and grinned. Brandon’s daughter was only 10 years old and yet she had a maturity in her that reflected a good upbringing as well. Both of Brandon’s kids were proof that he was a good father, but how would I measure up in their eyes?