Growing Up

When do we grow up? I guess I always thought that one day things would feel different. I would change somehow. I don't know if I can explain it the way I feel and think about it. I feel like I have reached many milestones in my life... college, marriage, becoming a mother, etc. With each new step I thought, "I'm an adult now." Yet in reality I was just the same old me. The only difference was I was in college, or married, or with a baby. Yet, I think to myself, "I'm 25. That's crazy." (I know to some it is young... and I'm not saying I'm old) Somewhere along my life I have slipped into adulthood without realizing it. I often think about this and have to remind myself that my parents are the same way. They, upon sometime in their lives, slipped into adulthood. Yet they are still the same person as when they were my age. They aren't invincable. They don't have all the answers (I wish they did). They too cry. They had to try and figure things out, just like I am doing now. Being an adult is nothing like I expected. I'm just me... the same old me... just older.