Sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks, this life I have been given. A fleeting moment when I catch my breath and realize that I am responsible for keeping these young people alive; for feeding them, clothing them; for loving and nurturing them. I am responsible for teaching them and helping them grow; for instilling confidence and independence. I am in charge of making sure they have all that they need to become mature, responsible, contributing members of society. It is in those moments that I realize that I’m a grown-up. Through and through. I’m the mom.
Inspired by WordPress Daily Writing Prompt: When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?