Being a grown up isn’t all its cracked up to be, folks. I mean, it has its benefits: I don’t have a bedtime (even though it would be helpful to have someone make me go to bed, I’d probably get more sleep that way), I get to drive anywhere I want (although a chauffeur sounds reallllly relaxing), and my mom is no longer in charge of my haircuts (I don’t have anything I miss about that because I had bad haircuts as a child, but I wanted to keep up the pattern of parenthesis). The older I get, the more I realize I shouldn’t have pushed so hard to grow up. I should have taken more time at being a kid, being irresponsible and carefree.
(skinnies: Forever 21, blouse: Kohls, heels: Target, clutch: Kohls, bangles: Forever 21) (Photography by Kaitlyn Meeks Photography)
I know I wouldn’t have listened if someone had told me to slow down but it’s nice to pretend. I was a nasty little child that knew everything so I didn’t need advice from dumb adults. But if I could tell my daughters anything, it would be that they need to slow down. Stop trying to be so big because your mama can’t handle it very well. When you get too big for my lap, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. Maybe I’ll make you hold me instead. I’m sure we will figure something out. Or we could get a hammock where we can squish together and talk about your day. Because hammocks squish people into each other whether you try to maintain personal space or not. And your mama wants to be squished up next to you forever.
Can you tell Ellie is starting kindergarten today?
I think I’m handling it pretty well, thanks for asking.
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