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Growing up stinks sometimes

I still don't see myself as "grown-up" or an "adult." I know I am technically no longer a child and at least give the appearance of being grown-up (maybe), but I still don't always think of myself that way. This morning I had to leave mom at the hospital and come back to Houston to work. I had a very hard time leaving, and was surprised how hard it was to leave her and dad. I know I was helpful and that they were glad I was there to help, so I think that might have made it harder. I'm not ready to take care of my parents and don't see this as any sort of sign of getting older on mom's part - it was just her trying to outdo Elizabeth's and my 8-10 broken bones. I truly feel for anyone who has to take care of a parent, child, or other loved one for any extended period of time. This is totally temporary, and mom will be back to good before I know it, but even then I wish I could be around to help more and feel very torn being back here in Houston.

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greyhound said…
I didn't feel like grownup until my daugher was born when I was 30. Until then, I felt like a teenage imposter pretending to be all grown up and wearing my dad's suit.

Now, I'm trying like mad to be the 20 year old that I never was when I was pretending to be all grown up.

**sigh**
April 24, 2008 at 8:22 AM
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