Don't know why, but it's just dawned on my that I'm adult. I'm 27, but still feel like the same person I was when I was 17. My friends and I interact the same way, I dress pretty much the same, act pretty much the same. I never really got how adult I was until today. I own a house, a car, have a daughter, have a husband, a job where other people entrust me with their children's growth and development. It's like this all happened in the blink of an eye. BOOM! Here I am, an adult.
I find that motherhood is the hardest part of being an adult. Marriage has been easy, thanks entirely to my wonderful husband. Work has been difficult on a day-to-day basis, but easy at the same time because I really love what I do. Buying a house and car, those are expensive, but simple. You buy it, set up the payment schedules, and it's done. No more thinking about it. Motherhood is different though. I guess because it's unlike any of these other adult things I do? There are great days, good days, so-so days, and then some days where I'm downright resentful of all the attention Addison gets. But on those days when I am the most worn out, exhausted, frustrated, and so over it - those are the days when my little angel is the most loving and thoughtful. She'll pick me flowers, sing songs to me, draw me a picture, but my favorite is when she, totally unprompted, says, "Your my best mommy!" or tells me, "I love you, my mommy!". Those moments, however fleeting, remind me of why this toughest of all jobs is so worthwhile.
No more blogging today, I swear. I'm so addicted!
1 comment:
I totally know what you mean- except I still feel like I am not an adult and am somehow behind the curve! ;)
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