Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Growing Up

You know when you're young, and you think you'll be young forever and ever and ever?  And it is sort of fun to be young, because you are so beautiful, fresh and innocent that you practically sparkle, but then it is sort of a drag because adults get to do all the really cool stuff?

And then you go to high school, and you feel like you've hit the big leagues, hanging with the big dogs, like your life is big time now baby?  And then you graduate from high school and you're really strutting around because boy oh boy, you're going to college! You're moving out on your own, maybe even with super cool roommates.  You are going to do your own grocery shopping (oreos and chicken nuggets), and your own laundry (maybe).

And then, quite suddenly, you find yourself graduating from college, getting married, having children, watching those children grow up up up! and the next thing you know, you are only a few months away from having 30 candles on your cake, and you find yourself thinking,

The world finally recognizes me as an adult, I have all the trappings of an adult life, but... when does adultness sink in, when does maturity bury itself in my bones? You know, when do all of the common sense and logical based decision making skills become second nature?

Because to be honest, I find myself still

thinking popcorn and ice cream makes a good dinner.

wishing my mom was here when I am sick.

wanting to wear my pajamas all day, some days.

laughing while running in the rain.

hanging my own artwork on the fridge when I draw a pretty picture.

forgetting to put my socks in the dirty hamper.

Granted, most days I button myself up, stiffen my upper lip, and say "No! No! No!" to myself and my children like a robot.  I'm such a good Mom.

But my dirty little secret is that sometimes, sometimes I give in to the tiny child inside me and say, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Don't tell my mother, ok?


  1. Love this! This is so true! Great piece of writing. :)

  2. It's wonderful that you are getting thoughts from this post as well as from our argument made here.

  3. It's so true.

    When we were camping last weekend, they had all these educational activities, and most of the participants were elementary and middle school aged children. Well, I dragged my kids along, because I wanted to go to them, but the secret would usually be out by the end, because Danny would run to the playground, and Jill would only sometimes last to the end, but I'd still be sitting there answering the questions and asking more questions haha and being involved just like a ten year old.

    Once the ranger even said, "Now what do you do if you see an injured animal?" The answer was to go get an adult and not touch it. Ha. I raised my hand and said, "Well, as an adult, what should I do?" I felt so funny, because everyone else at the table's age was probably in single digits. Ha.

    Oh and don't even get me started about craft time at the Y and library. I ALWAYS want to do my own and not help my kids. Isn't that horrible? I usually content myself with sort of helping Jill and basically doing Danny's for him, but I'm slightly sad ha that I can't just do my own and have it look fantastic.

    There's the kid in me . . .