My kids are still dependent. I am tired. Of being the second brain for everyone in my family. Of figuring out their shit and my own. Of constant responsibility. I think I resent the need to also think about money and jobs, etc. I guess some moms hate that too, when they are completely taken care of financially and the kids are their full time job. When you are putting everyone ahead of yourself, all the time, it can be frustrating.

But they are on time. They are where they should be. Like little baby giraffes starting to walk. Taking steps and stumbling here and there. And I’m the mama giraffe – standing and supporting, backing them up where needed.

I actually love playing this role in their life. I love supporting them as they grow. I have to remind myself of this every I’m tempted to dwell on how exhausting this phase of life is. Then I do something for myself, all by myself. To remind me that I’m still me.