I am 33. But I feel younger. I look at my kids sometimes and think.. they can’t be mine! I’m not old enough to have kids yet – let alone TWO of them. I’M NOT READY! ARE YOU CRAZY?!?! Then I realize I AM old enough and they’re MY responsibility. Scary stuff. I’m molding them into the people they’re going to be and I don’t know about you, but that’s a lot of pressure on a person! Don’t get me wrong, I love being a Mom! It’s one of the greatest jobs I have and those little souls mean the world to me. I just feel like a kid some days myself and feel loaded down by responsibility.. keeping a full time job, maintaining a house, paying bills, getting out of debt, saving for the future.. if I could tell my younger self anything, it would be to slow it down. Don’t be too excited to grow up! ENJOY YOUR FREEDOM AND INNOCENCE! The grass isn’t totally greener on the other side, it’s just another shade of brown, with different responsibilities, worries and fears.
I no longer worry about where we’re going to party at this weekend – now it’s, how am I going to pay for my car to be fixed? Where am I getting the money for a new furnace? Time to book the dog’s shots and our teeth cleanings. Better budget for groceries this week. Not exactly the same.
Mom, why do you keep saying to stop growing up? I can’t. I have to turn 7..