Growing up as the youngest child is a blessing and a curse. I had so many different parents to care for me that I never really had to do anything for myself. Three examples:
1. My mom tucked me into bed every night when I was growing up and when I came home on weekends in college she would always do the same. If mom was gone, dad would do it. If mom and dad were both gone, one of my siblings would do it. None of the other kids got tucked in, just me.
2. I never walked to the bathroom in a public place by myself. Someone would always escort me to the restroom and wait for me to be done because I definitely couldn't walk there and back by myself.
3. I was carried by my parents and siblings for quite a while past toddler-hood. Case in point: I was carried out of my baptism.
Yesterday I truly realized how much I can do all by my lonesome. I got really sick and had to drive myself to the ER at 2 a.m. I was sitting all alone clutching that pink puke bucket thinking about the fact that my parents were not there, my siblings were not there, nobody was there. I wanted somebody to be there with me but it was okay. The doctors got me all fixed up in a few hours and I drove myself home. Yes, I know that I can do life alone, but I don't want to do it alone. I like my parents, a lot. I love that all my siblings live in the same state. I have really good friends. I like it this way. So while I may being doing things physically alone, I'm in no way mentally or spiritually alone. Just to spite the fact that I have grown up and have to actually BE a grown up, I am going to make my momma sleep in my bed when I visit her for Christmas. Suck it life because even though you are making me do everything on my own, I still have the best family and friends that will always be there for me. I guess that's all I need right now.
4 comments:
Baby, I can't wait to see you next Friday. Hope you are to continuing to feel better. Just think, in 7 more days, I can be a real mom to you!
Thanks for makingme cry BUCKETS of tears while at work. Love you hon! P.S. I'm STILL mad you didn't call me. I would have been there in a heart beat!
I got tucked in growing up! You love to brag about Mom and Dad liking you more.
Oh but Lindsay I am not saying mom and dad love me more. They do love you more but only because you have children. But I do still get tucked in to this day when I am with them. Do you? NOPE!
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