Holy shit. Have you ever had one of those moments, where, every thing your parents ever did to or for you, makes perfect sense? Or, one of those moments where you realize, I'm all grown up, and it must be killing my father (I'm a daddy's girl)? I just had one of those today. I was in the mall, strolling around in my cut-offs, when I seen this little girl, also in jean-shorts, run past me, followed by her mother (suprise, suprise, she was also wearing jean-shorts). It was at that point I realized that both my past and future had just run past me, in chronological order none the less! Every thing started to make sense at that point, I used to be that little girl! Now, I'm an almost-grown-up teenager; that's a startling jump. It made me wonder, do parents ever look at their teenagers and think 'this was my baby, my giggling little baby!'. It was so depressing.... One day I'm going to look at my son or daughter and I'm going to think, 'You used to be tiny! You came out of me, you aren't allowed to dress like that! Stop it! Stop growing up!!!'
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