Evolution

"Age becomes reality when you hear someone refer to that attractive young woman standing next to the woman in the green dress, and you find that you're the one in the green dress." - Lois Wyse


Something peculiar happened to me. I am not sure how or when but suddenly, it seems, I have become an adult. It feels like just yesterday that I was worrying about silly school girl stuff, thinking more about the boy in the next class over than thinking about what life would be like in 20 years. I was envisioning a glamorous life as a beautiful bride, having a pain-free childbirth, and being madly in love with the most handsome and romantic man in the universe for the rest of my days. Ahh, to be young again.

I think I was in a rush to grow up. I thought that I could prove myself as an independent young woman by leaving home at 17 and never looking back. I married at a blissful 22 years old which, in fact, turned out to be the best decision I have ever made. The next eight years felt like something of a state of limbo between childhood and full-blown adulthood.

Then came motherhood. I learned to feel love in the most fierce, intense way. I learned that nothing in the world is more important than nurturing a child to become a kind, passionate, and loving human being. A fire was lit inside me.

I find myself these days doing grown up things. Packing lunches, scheduling playdates, chauffeuring back and forth to school, making sure clothes are set out for the morning - you know, the good stuff. I've grown into my role of Wife and have even experimented with baking these past few months. Heck, I may even make my own Christmas cards this year.

But still, when I look in the mirror, I do not see a grown woman. I see that young girl that once was. I just hope that handsome (however not so romantic) man that I am madly in love with sees her too.