Monday, November 19, 2007

I'm a Big Girl Now

I have grown up. A little.

When people ask my age, I have to stop and think. In my head, I'm 25. In actuality, I'm older than that. By a bit. Less than ten years. That's all I'm saying.

Sometimes when I'm walking down the sidewalk holding my daughter's hand, I have to remind myself that I'm the Mom. I know that in my heart and when I hold her or comfort her, that is all that I am. There are times, though, when the fact that I have a kid slips my mind and I am surprised that I am at this point in my life.

I know that I've grown up because I do my own laundry. In fact, I seem to do everyone's laundry. I cook supper. I wash the floors. I have a credit card and my own car. I think more about my family and less about myself. I watch the news.

And I was willing to frog back 3 rows of my Tangled Yoke Cardigan in order to fix a minor mistake that would have haunted me. There was a time when I would have left it, finished the project as quickly as possible, given it away and moved on. I'm beyond that now. I want to do good work and be proud of what I've done.

So I'm getting a little wiser as I age. I still like blowing bubbles and running around the living room. The Backyardigans is my favorite show. A girl has to have priorities.


andi said...

What a sweet post. I too can't believe I'm actually responsible for keeping wee people alive. Sort of freaks me out, really.

T. said...

Kids grow up so fast.

Us not as quickly.

Good work for ripping back. That's a veteran knitting move right there.

catknip said...

T. you crack me up!

J. I knew you were sweet when I first met you!