Forever 15

It is funny that in all aspects of my life I am getting older and my decisions and actions reflect that.

I have a full time job.  I pay my own car insurance.  I contribute to my retirement account (which does still not make perfect sense to me but I do it). I make real grown up meals know how to travel internationally. I can put an outfit together, have meetings with older real grown ups without embarrassing myself and even use expensive "your skin is changing" face cremes.

 However for some reason when I return to my parents house I magically turn into a 15 year old again.  All I want to do is stay up late, sleep in, and pretty much be cooked for, cleaned up after, and spoiled. I do not understand why my functioning adult self can not seem to live under the same roof as those that birthed me.  I get irritated about the dumbest things and my social schedule becomes suddenly more important than about anything else that is happening.  The funny thing is when I was 15 I was probably more mature than my flashback teen self.   At least then I had goals, was on the honor roll, and though that reading romance novels was better than dumb high school boys.

SO on my way back to my house - a short drive down the Interstate from my parents - my selfish throwback teenage self wore away and closer to real life and my former adulthoodness returned.

So I am driving and crying listening to Anna Kendricks cups song - unrelated other than the fact that I love her and that song is low enough for me to sing on key part of the time.  And I realize how dang selfish I have become and how I am committed to treating my parents as friends - not in the unhealthy they buy booze for me kind of way that "those kids" in high school people whispered about but in the I actual contribute and clean and occasionaly pay for dinners when we are out together.  

My mom does a freaking ton for me and always answers recipe questions 24/7, helps me run errands, prays for me constantly, and is all around kick ass.  Yes, she irritates me sometimes and the parts of me most like her scream at me to take a different path - however - I could give a lot more grace - as I am sure she did when she changed, burped, paid for, and all around kept me from death, disease, and blessed me with the privileges of the upper middle class. 

Thanks mom, I am going to do better and try to introduce you to the adult you raised and not the teenager who keeps haunting your home.*

*As long as you keep the fridge stocked with that home made pimento cheese and those gluten free crackers that i like :)