Growing Up is Hard to DoSeptember 13, 2008
Today it has become official. I am old. My oldest son went to his first high school dance. Yes that’s right, high school. Dancing… He doesn’t really dance but hey he wanted to go and I didn’t have the heart to stop him. He had a good time, danced with a few girls and some friends, was disappointed by the fact that nourishing himself with liquids cost him money, but was still very happy.
I, on the other hand, got to thinking, as any parent would on the night one of the first grown up things happen. I am getting older. With every day that ticks by on the big clock of life I grow older, just as my kids do. Before I could deny my age, as it is just merely a number, but then I started thinking about the past few years and realized that I have been listening to everyone else with regard to my life. They all told me I needed to grow up. I needed to spend more time with my kids, be a family, and a mom, not just a mom but a role model for my kids. They were gonna need it seeing how the rest of those who are in their lives were like. I stopped going out, I really got rid of friends left and right, all in an effort to grow up.
I can’t say that I ever really have grown up but I’m trying. I want to set a good example for my kids, showing them the right way to be in this big bad world in which we live. I can only hope they turn out as good people. Right now they are on their way.