Growing up is difficult.
Growing up means dirty dishes, dirty laundry and dirty bath tubs. It means late night dinners, early morning breakfasts and the occasional forgotten lunch.
Growing up means no more ‘free food’, ‘free internet’, ‘free television’, It means quiet in you home. It means organising cupboards and knowing where the knives are actually kept.
Growing up means late night parties. Sometimes means eating cookies for dinner and cleaning my own throw-up… Taking him to the doctor, the dentist and the grocery store.
Growing up means constant nostalgia. It means quiet aching. It means mine and yours and ours.
Growing up is difficult. Growing up is grand. Growing up and stepping out and testing the land.
Sometimes finding it stable and sometimes it’s merely sand.