Don't Call Me ______

A week ago, while traveling, I shared an elevator with what seemed to be young Black adults between 19-23 years old. As we ascended higher, I had a brief moment where I lost my balance and fell into one of my elevator companions. I was apologetic, and he reciprocated with, "no problem ma'am." For a moment in time, I froze, at least on the inside. One word has never felt so triggering. I remember in my late 20s when someone would call me that I would instantly correct them, telling them that "ma'am" wasn't necessary. It is as if the past few years, there has been a pause on the word in preparation for what is to come. In the future, one will only hear ma'am after a certain age. It is great that some still know and understand why showing respect in this way is important. It is especially great to see younger generations honoring the elders in the community in this way. In today's world, I appreciate the respect shown more than the embarrassment of someone implying that I am old. What I do know is with age comes wisdom, maturity, respect, and responsibility. So, I will take it. As if I had a choice anyway!