August 18, 2007
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i think that being an actual grown up kind of sucks. but things will change in time.
and all things considered, i have to keep in mind that i’m only 21. i’m light years away from the bad haircuts, minivans, and soccer tournaments. i will not let being a mother take over my life. i still want things for myself.
i’m the same person i always was. i just have a pretty short clone wandering around here somewhere.
i remember getting pains in my legs sometimes when i was younger and my parents would contribute them to “growing” pains. those were nothing compared with the turmoil you go through when you’re trying to make your way from child to adult.
i have to say though, that i’m glad i’m not stuck in between stages anymore. when i was 19 i thought i was an independent adult. oh, how very wrong i was. that was probably the worst time in my life. but it was pretty good too.
working hard for all the things in my life gives me a good feeling. i don’t want to be somebody who just gets things handed to them.
how can you expect to grow as a person if you’re never given the opportunity?
ciao bella.
Comments (4)
I had those leg pains when I was younger, and nothing compares to the growing pains now.
Although I don’t pretend to understand what it’s like to have a little clone
…I commend you for being such a strong woman and knowing you still want things for yourself, too. Just because you’re a mom doesn’t mean you have to give up on all your hopes and dreams. It just means you now have someone to share them with as well.
We’ll get there with the whole growing up deal
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You’re probably closer to the bad haircuts than you think.
Insert winky emoticon.
I sometimes remind myself of the kind of mindset I had at age 19 – you know, the one that thinks that anyone younger than 19 is just “a kid”, and that the world should, by rights, treat you as though you’ve walked through life itself BECAUSE YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE SAYS YOU HAVE, and all that youthful moxy that comes from thinking you’re bulletproof. It’s startling to think that we’ve come so far in such a short space of time, and yet, so long to go.
And if I get any deeper I run the risk of drowning, so I’ll just leave it right there.
P.S. Don’t worry about the Bush thing. When the alternative was a purple heart-sporting horse with barely enough intuition to chair a PTA meeting, I can almost understand how Dubya seemed… well… decent.
i still remember you as a kid.
you’ve come a long way dollface