Not that I feel immature. I definitely am more emotionally mature than a child, but part of me thinks I should feel older than I do. In a way I feel like I might be an impostor in an adult world. I still really, really get excited for birthdays. I love going for ice cream like I used to with my dad.
|John and his ice cream|
|Conor and a snail at Minot Beach, 2011|
|John & Conor, Halloween in Scituate Harbor 2011|
I always thought at 35, I would feel like a proper adult. I always thought I would be wise and know all the answers to my kids questions, but I don't.
I always thought, I would be able to blow dry my hair and it would look amazing (like my mom), but I can't. Whenever I try to blow it out, it looks like one curly nest on my head!
I always thought at 35, I would feel like a grown up. But I don't. I still feel so young and I love playing with my kids.
I love building forts in the backyard and chasing after bubbles:
Do you ever feel the same?