At the beginning of the month I celebrated another birthday, the big 2-8!! It really was just another day for me, as most birthdays after the age 21; until I started thinking about where I was 10 years ago. I pondered if I had become the person I thought I was going to be.
When I was 18 I was counting down the days until I graduated, trying to plan out my college career, and was excited to move out on my own.
Here are the past 10 years in fast forward. Graduated!! The college cancelled my classes and I thought making money would be more important. Successfully moved out and realized it is really hard making a living. Fell in love, got married, bought a home, and had a kid.
I realize the fast forward version does not sound as glamorous as it truly was living it, but needless to say I am not the person I thought I was going to be. I am married and a mom. When I was 18 marriage was not something I wanted or ever planned on. I didn’t have or want that fairy tale dream of meeting prince charming. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be a mom. Now a little boy runs my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way (well maybe I would change his sleep routine). I look back on my life and realize that my hopes and dreams constantly change. What I wanted 10 years ago is not what I want now and what I want now is probably not what I am going to want in 10 years.
Now I am as young as I feel and as mature as I act. I think I might just be a grown up. Well, I am at least in that awkward stage between being seen as a grown up and a kid. I may still have to sit at the children’s table for family events but I can relate equally to my 14 year old sister’s friends and their parents. I feel like I am in a realm that allows me to be everyone’s friend, it’s pretty awesome. I can be a grown up when necessary, but get to be a kid still. I am sure this will change as my son gets older, but for now I love it.