Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that I'm a grownup. Often when I look in the mirror, I still see this face staring back at me
When I'm pushing Emma's stroller and people look at me, I imagine them thinking that I'm the nanny (even though I know full well they aren't looking at me, they're looking at the cute baby in the stroller). I've had people comment on what a "young mother" I must be (the lady thought I was under 21), which most of the time I attribute to the fact that I rarely wear makeup anymore. But I still wonder when I'll be able to view myself as an adult. I'm some one's mom now, that's pretty grownup (though I guess that can happen when you're a kid too). Jamie and I were having a conversation about Christmas this year and I was saying that I should probably actually step up and figure out this Santa thing because I can't count on my mom to be Santa my entire life (can I? Jamie would like my mom to continue as Santa, she's really good at it!).
I guess the plus side of my disillusionment is that I can't see the wrinkles or grey hairs that grownup life is giving me :)