Sometimes I am making breakfast, or dinner, or talking with a friend, or calling to make an appointment, or helping someone with directions, or telling a cab driver where to go, and it occurs
to me that
I am a grown up.
A functioning grown up person.
I am no longer a scared little child sitting in the backseat being driven to any number of
birthday parties that I was terrified to attend while my parents argued over my immediate fate
- blame, accusations, guilt, all swirling around the car.
And then sometimes I think...I still am.

1 comment:

MrsLittleJeans said...

I too feel that way sometimes...I am driving and suddenly it occurs to me that I am grown up..what a strange feeling. Luckily my parents did not appear to fight. Good to see you J.