Age is Just a Number, Baby.

If you know where that quote is from, this post is for you.

I've recently been trying to fit into shoes much too big for me, which is ironic because as a kid I always scrunched into shoes much too small for me (my older sister's - who did not have monster feet like I do).

I digress ... I thought having a kid meant I had to grow up.

And I do have to in a lot of ways. A LOT.

But lately, I have been feeling so "off" and not myself at all. I find myself constantly looking to other moms for what to do, what to wear, and how to act. Well, that's all well and good, but it's not me. I'm just trying to 'keep up with the Jones' - so to speak.

If growing up means I have to throw out all my funny tshirts, don some pearls, stop reading young adult books, and drive a minivan. I think I'll pass - except for the minivan. I really would love a minivan.

I want to be me. Maybe my taste and style will change as I get older, but for now I want to do what feels like me and enjoy it because someday I want Bree to be herself. And if she feels like she has to dress a certain way or do a certain thing, I want her to know that her mom was there, and her mom had the courage to be herself. However eclectic she may be.

So, yes, as a 25 year old wife and mom my tshirts will have characters on them. I will read Twilight novels and watch the movies repeatedly. I'll rock pigtails with bows on each tail. My socks will have polka dots, and my big plastic pink watch will never match what I'm wearing. I will dance around my house to no music. I will make everything into a song. I will call the people I love pet names that make no sense. And I will lounge around the house confidently and warm in my IU snuggie. And guess what?

I'm okay with that.