Adulting, Parenting, Cohabitation…Ain’t Easy

It is really crazy to think back to when I was 11 or 12 I wanted to be 16 so that I can drive and hang out with my friends. Little did I know out off all the kids I knew only ONE would still be by my side 20+ years later.

When I was 16 and working plus going to school I kept thinking man it would great to be 21 so that I could legally go to the clubs and drink. Guess who helped bring in my 21st birthday? I was temporarily engaged to a dude named Edward and some a my associates from TSU got together and took me to a little hole in the wall that was so bad ass! It was the best birthday ever.  I think that was I lived as if I didn’t have a care in the world and to tell the truth right now I am jealous of my 21 -24 year old self. I had a great job, just graduated college, I was seeing a few guys and having fun.. In essence I was living my best life.

Now that I have been married 14 years, mother of 3 and I think to myself Lord what exactly have I done? How am I leaving my carbon footprint on the world? How I am making the world better for all of us? Trust me I have no clue. I can not be a forever student and I have to show and tell my children about the real world once they are of age.   I have lived a sheltered and then worldly life of excess and then some.

I guess in all of this kids do not be in a hurry to grow up there is nothing special about being an adult and paying bills. However, if you ask me what my greatest days were I have to say 9-22-07 and 11-11-09 those are the days that my children were born. Those are the days I truly found out what real love is and what it means to be and to fall in love openly and honestly.

 

XOXO,

Jade

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