So... the other day I took our two boys- ages 4 and 6 out for a hike while on vacation in Maine - and we got a tad off track- well.. that's not true..we got WAY off track..and basically my babies and I were knee deep in the woods, slipping and sliding through the brush and tree's - trying to get back to the path.
When we eventually found our way again- I remember hearing a quit voice in my head whispering something about TICKS- something I never really had to worry about the past 15 years living in South Carolina...
So when we got to the bottom of the trail and back to the car I did a quick "tic check" and everything looked OK- but i was starting to freak out- as more and more stories started to seep into my consciousness..
Once back at the Cottage I pulled the boys out of the car and frantically started checking their sweet little bodies- and sure enough- I spotted small Vile little creatures burrowing into their skin. At that moment- I started to run- both boys dangling from a arm and running through our family compound shrieking- ARE THERE ANY ADULTS HERE??? DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THERE IS AN ADULT AROUND??
It didn't hit me until a week or so later- that ...wait a minute.. I AM AN ADULT...I AM A PARENT..
when and how did I turn into this #1 and #2 how come I still feel like I need to ask for someone Else's help in crisis- like i am still a unknowing kid?
And now.. thinking about my husbands 38th birthday looming only days away- I think.. HOW DID WE GET HERE? when did we get so old?
I still feel like a young- fun teenager- and I like to think I still look that way
But- at 36 .. closing in on 37... I am not getting younger..
And I wonder..does any one ever actually FEEL like a grown up?
Does my 86 year old grandmother still feel like a 18 year old carefree girl trapped in a old woman's body?
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