When I was a little girl I was like most kids. I was in a hurry to grow up. I wanted to have one of those cool house with a wrap around porch on the outside and covered in plush furniture that reflected my personality. I wanted the cool job where I was stuck in business meetings wearing smart dress suits for women that were featured on the cover of some fashion mag. I wanted to be polished, smart, envied, and loved for all the awesome things I could obtain in life.
For some reason I thought life was like one of those soap operas on television. dramas solved in an hour or two. Exotic places waiting for me to explore. I just knew that when I turned 18 I would be handed some key that would open up a magical world for me that only adults were allowed to join.
I did join a magical world. The one were I was forced into clubs called bills, taxes, and reality. I wasn't just given some expensive home. My jobs were not as wonderful as I dreamed. I mean flipping burgers, washing dishes, and sweeping parking lots never are.
Then I joined another club. Motherhood. That is one is a special one for me of course. The beauty of wonder through a child's eyes and the heartache of the pains that come with it sometimes. It really blew me away. I was forced to learn really quick that there was a world beyond me. Learned the gift of sacrifice and the pain of watching that child make the mistakes you so want to stop them from making but knowing that with some things that they have to learn on their own.
Then there is the gift of knowing as you grow older you don't know everything. You still have a lot to learn in life. That it's not always perfect. That there are hurdles that will be put in front of you when you aren't looking. Some tripping you up and some you will learn to overcome with ease. Knowing that in truth we are never completely grown up in the grand scheme of things because we all are still children deep down within.