…Been called “Ma’am” while checking out at the grocery store, and find yourself looking around for you mother?
…Worked hard cooking dinner for your family, and think “isn’t this MOM’s job?” Oh…wait…I am the MOM.
…Been in a store where teenagers are fooling around with the merchandise, laughing and giggling, and find yourself thinking “stupid kids.”
…Dropped something in the toilet and catch yourself starting to shout “MOOOOOOM!!”
…Turned on the Grammy’s and realized you’re not familiar with any of the muscians/groups/songs that are up for awards.
…Told someone “it’s all fun and games until somebody looses an eye!”
…Answered your child with “because I said so!” (Ok, I haven’t actually done this yet, but I expect it’s coming.)
…Flipped trough catalogues of home textiles and wondered when you started liking looking at this more than playing with Barbies?
WHEN did I turn the corner into Adulthood and actually start acting like one?
In honor of Wednesday this week, I feel like doing a question. Post your answer in the comments! (I will as well)
Have you ever participated in a long distance walking, running, or biking event? And if not….are you planning on it? Either way, tell your story!
[In Honor of the Holidays, a Repost of An Original Work by Me]
On velvety paws, he slips through the darkness
Intent only on his prey.
Ears forward, he picks his way
Past tiresome trinkets, focused solely
On the distant glow.
With a twitch of whiskers, he pauses,
For there, before him, it stands.
What a magnificent quarry it is!
Resplendent, in all it’s earthly glory,
It rises, tall and majestic, reaching its
Arms towards the sky.
Oh what wonderous sights cross
Before his bright eyes!
Thousands of tiny stars cast
Brilliant patterns off the most
Elegant of silver and gold!
Each twinkle teased,
Each sparkle beckoned.
How was he to resist?
With the stealth of ancestral felines
He traverses the short distance.
Not a move does it make,
Not a shudder or sound.
Silently, he slips closer,
A flick of tail, and he springs!
Wildly it flails!
Fur! Lights! Gold! Everywhere!
Every claw it tips, every kick
It spins! Until a tremendous clap
And he scatters in defeat,
Just as a loud voice booms,
“GET OUT OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!”
Noelle R. Walter