How to Introduce Your Mom to Your Boyfriend When You’re Dating a Man More Than Twice Your Age

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?

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About Lena

I’d always dreamed of the perfect fairytale prince in storybooks—ready with money and status to come save me from my chaotic, average life and treat me like his princess. Add a 26-year age difference and I found the closest thing to it. Not everything comes as easy as we expect it to, but that’s what makes it all the more fun. At 18 years old, I experienced that “Mr. Right Now” love with a guy my age named Jared. Two years later, I met Brandon, my older man. Jared was the typical playboy who romanced my naïve younger self and made me fall hard for him. That relationship caused me to view love in an entirely different way than I previously had, and I’m actually glad it did. By the time I met Brandon, I had become wiser and more prepared for the reality of relationships. Even though at 20 years old I didn’t show the tell-tale signs of a smart, mature woman, that was exactly what I had become. I started as a part-time secretary for a highly respectable office, while juggling a full-time load of college courses at the local university. It was my first official job where I had to wear heels, pencil skirts, and an occasional suit. I was no longer the high-school girl that found “true love” after graduation and had her heart broken immediately after. The new woman I was now was confident and smart, and when I saw Brandon walk through the lobby door, I knew he’d be a challenge, one I was ready to accept. Now at 22, and Brandon at 48, we’ve managed to keep a two -year relationship feeling like the very first day we met—all the excitement and butterflies are still very much present.