I turned 26 this year. Even though I am still "young"... this year I felt so "old".
I remember my mom finally letting me shave my legs when I made the soccer team in 7th grade. I begged and begged her and she finally let me. However, the deal was I could not shave more than 2 inches above me knee.
WHY???? What in the world is the difference????
The difference is complex verses simplicity.
I miss simplicity. I miss only shaving the bottom portion of my legs.
Now I have the ability to shave my entire leg. I also have bills, appointments, schedules to keep up with, responsibilities, kids to raise, a husband.... and the list goes on and on.
Remember how long a month seemed as a kid? Why is it that a year goes by at the same speed now that we are adults?
Why is it that we insist on growing up so fast? I can remember thinking "I can't wait to be able to shave my thighs!". I remember having my mother make me fake bills to pay. What was the rush?
I tell my kids all the time to enjoy being little. Lula Mae is really taking it a bit to literally (imagine that). She gets very upset when her birthday comes around and she has to move to the next age. I am trying to get her to a healthy balance ;-) I just don't want them to rush through some of the best years of their lives! In the blink of an eye they will be adults with adult problems and the blissful years of innocence will be gone. I want them to be able to look back and think to themselves that their childhood didn't slip through their fingers like water.
I certainly miss not shaving my thighs.