Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Newlywed Teeny Boppers, No More.

"I wonder what 16 year old me would think of 27 year old me," my hubby laughingly joked as we chased our three year old around the cruise ship water park last month.  On top of that, we also were hipping our other baby who was trying to belly flop into the concrete to get his face in the water...
The last time we went on a cruise (7 years ago), we were newlyweds with nothing to worry about except ourselves!  We were still babies ourselves with a lot to learn.  (ANNNND still do).  Yet- a lot has changed in 7 (I can't believe I just said SEVEN) years.

We have our own family to care for.  Jobs.  Bills to pay.  
Attempting to find a house & figure out where we're supposed to make a home.  
A giant Golden Doodle.
Oh, & I have a mommy belly pooch.

It's something I too have wondered lately.  It seems like...oh I don't know, last week... I was the teeny bopper cruising the beach strip with music turned up jamming with girl friends.  The only worry in my world was the dreaded sweat days of cheer camp & what I would wear for the first day back to school.  I would only dream about how far away the days of marriage & motherhood were & here I am.

I see high school kids doing their thing sometimes while I'm out & about & wonder if they see me hipping Conley & chasing Cam around & think,
 "Wow!  She's old..." :)
Truth be told, unless they like people watching as I do, or are deep thinkers, they completely don't even know I exist (& that's okay too!).  It's funny how my mind just can't go there.  I'm not old, yall!  I still feel as young as they are but with my own "#squad."  See?  I still got the lingo down;)  
How do I see it?  I am still the same young girl, just surrounding by a full time job of taking care of the tiniest most hilarious mini humans on the planet.  I mean, what teenager gets to have an excuse to play Ironman, Batgirl, & Robin on a daily basis?
 I have never been happier in life when it comes to my little family.  Though the thoughts of getting older scare me, I secretly love getting to "be little again" with them.  Enjoying all the Disney movies, kiddie rides, holidays...(to name a few) through the eyes of childhood.

I hashtag.  I jam out to the Biebs.  I occassionally snapchat (in fact, my sister accused me of being worse than a 13 year old girl yesterday as I was creating my story - oops! #whenonvacation), I plan on wearing booties for fall.  I'm still young!  Totally joking.  But really.  How can I be 28, married, with two kids?
I'll be over here, contemplating deep thoughts about life this week, running my race, & treasuring every moment.  
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Heb 12: 1-2
I'm curious.  What are you're thoughts on the transition to adulthood, mommas out there?