Grow Up, Kid

As time goes by, things change. Whether you like it or not, and whether you are ready or not, everything that you have ever known slowly transforms. Everybody tells you that when you grow up you have to become more responsible, pay bills, do your own grocery shopping & laundry, get a job, and all of that grown up stuff. But, nobody tells you that home changes, and relationships change, and nothing will ever be the same again. Which isn’t necessarily a good thing or a bad thing; it’s just a fact. You move away from home where everything was safe, and you knew no matter what there would be snacks in the cupboard or freshly baked cookies in the kitchen, and dinner would always be ready when you got home. You always had your mom to talk to at the end of the day, or at lunch when your day was already too hard or you just needed a laugh. You always knew you could count on your dad to stick up for you and teach you anything you needed to know, or fill up your tires, or cry to after you had a hard day, or wrap you up in a much needed bear hug. You always had your siblings to come home and laugh with and tease and make stupid videos with and do everything with because they were your best friends. Home will always be home, but then you leave and eventually you become a guest in your home. All of the sudden you are headed back home after the first time moving out and you have to pack clothes for the weekend at home. Then, before you know it, you are married and your lunch chats become chats with your spouse instead of your mom. Your spouse becomes your best friend, and that’s how it should be right? But, there will forever be that little part of you craving a talk with your mom like you used to have. And when you are sad you now have your spouse to cry to and vent to and help you through the struggles in life, and there is nothing like having somebody by your side as a constant companion and best friend. But, there will always be a part of you that wishes you were a little girl again and that your dad could just wrap you up in his arms and make all the bad things go away. Family dynamics change as siblings get married, or leave for college, or start high school, or make a traveling sports team. Everybody is in a different, but very similar stage of life. Family dynamics change for the better and help mold futures. Relationships don’t stop growing and are never ruined by any means. Most of the time they even become stronger, just different. Little details just change. You have to ride in your own car with your husband and your own family instead of with your siblings and parents. You become the decision maker of your own home, but have to remember that when you are at your childhood home your parents are still the decision makers, but not at the same time because you are an adult. Your role in the family changes because your married and gone and the next in line has taken your place, and nobody seems to care or notice except you. Now, don’t get me wrong, growing up and creating a life of your own is an adventure you don’t want to miss out on and brings so much joy to your heart. I just wish somebody would have let me in on the secret that the little things you wouldn’t ever even think of, change. So, here’s to hoping others in the future will remember that it is a normal thing. It’s okay to be sad, and even a little hurt. But, just because things change doesn’t mean you don’t still have the greatest family that loves you with everything they have. Because no matter what happens, my family will always be my greatest blessing, my best friends, and the most amazing people I know. 

drew

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