A Moment to Muse.

March 16, 2009 at 9:13 am 4 comments


Growing up is difficult.

Growing up means dirty dishes, dirty laundry and dirty bath tubs. It means late night dinners, early morning breakfasts and the occasional forgotten lunch.

Growing up means no more ‘free food’, ‘free internet’, ‘free television’, It means quiet in you home. It means organising cupboards and knowing where the knives are actually kept.

Growing up means late night parties. Sometimes means eating cookies for dinner and cleaning my own throw-up… Taking him to the doctor, the dentist and the grocery store.

Growing up means constant nostalgia. It means quiet aching. It means mine and yours and ours.

Growing up is difficult. Growing up is grand. Growing up and stepping out and testing the land.

Sometimes finding it stable and sometimes it’s merely sand.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Hillbilly Duhn  |  March 16, 2009 at 2:21 pm

    kudos!

    Reply
  • 2. ScoMan  |  March 16, 2009 at 10:03 pm

    The best part of growing up is creating order in your world rather than iling by someone elses.

    Reply
  • 3. Cheryl  |  March 23, 2009 at 3:40 pm

    Growing up is a pain in my ass.

    But I love it.

    Reply
  • 4. Grand Pooba  |  March 26, 2009 at 2:35 pm

    I love it! So true too.

    Reply

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