So, I’ve been reflecting quite a bit as of late. A little more than usual.
For some reason, I’ve been thinking about myself at different stages of life and the parts of me that have remained the same or changed….
from childhood,
to the tumultuous teenage years,
to cruising through college,
to navigating through my twenties,
to becoming a mom in my thirties.
And every time I reminisce about these stages of life, I always seem to come to the same conclusion.
The person I was 5, 10, even 20 years ago….is still very much the same today.
Reality is, I haven’t changed all that much. I mean, sure, everyone changes. We learn and grow and hopefully become wiser as we age.
But, at the core, I believe we all remain the same.
Whether I’d like to admit it or not, that stubborn and strong willed little girl still resides within me. That curious, inquisitive kid with the tendency to ask far too many questions surfaces often. My quirks, oddities, and idiosyncracies remain the same. As a mature and grown adult, I still bite my nails, even knowing full well it’s a bad habit. I still have an endless am ount of freckles that pepper my face in the summer. I still find candy wrappers in my jean pockets, thanks in part to my sweet tooth. I still fear the dentist and cringe when I hear the word. I still can’t stand wearing socks with the seam resting near the tips of my toes. I still love trampolines. and waterparks. and roller coasters. and the zoo. and craft projects. and cuddling on the couch with my mom. I still am a kid at heart.
BUT, since acquiring the title of “MOM”, I’ve particularly noticed three personal attributes that have reappeared and intensified this past year. Becoming a parent can magnify certain attributes in a way you wouldn’t ever expect.
To say the least.
Neurotic
Narcoleptic
YEP, THAT WOULD BE ME.
YEP, THAT WOULD BE ME.
Nostalgic
I wish I laughed at myself more….like I used to,
Times when I chalked up mistakes to “life goes on” or “it’s just being a kid”