Do you remember being younger and 30 seemed old to you? 40 – that seemed ancient! I could never imagine being 40 but now at 35 that doesn’t seem so far away! When did I grow up, when did we all? Or did we really?
Life races past, we get older, with more responsibilities, but I know I still feel like saying…. ‘when I grow up I want to be’. Do you ever feel like that?
We are truly blessed to have three beautiful little girls but when did that happen? What – I’m a parent and responsible for three children! My parents are parents, I feel like an imposter. Like I am finding my way through this parenting thing and still surprised I’m actually a mum to three kids, in charge and only sometimes in control!
Does this feeling every go away? At 35 I’m starting to think not. I imagine myself as a grandparent, still wanting to go snowboarding, still feeling young – if not just young at heart and still surprised I’m a grown adult with three girls (ladies by then) and apparently even a Nana. Oh my goodness life – slow down!
I know that is all far ahead of me but I feel like when I get there I’ll still feel like an imposter. Maybe we never truly grow up, we just grow old. And maybe that’s a good thing