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Grow up For What?

Updated: Sep 21, 2020

So, I wasn't always out here killin' it as a mom. Once upon a time, not long ago, I was out here living life, fancy free, minding all of my own business. I did what I wanted to do, whenever I wanted to do it because I had no real responsibility, and neither did any of my friends at the time. We'd run the streets carefree living the moto, "Grow up for what?" to the fullest. It was our excuse to continue to act as if the world revolved around us...because it did, then...didn't it? Such good times.

However, I have always had a plan for my life. It's as if I was born 30 years old with the outcome of my adulthood perfectly written in a notebook ready to guide me along the way. It is the reason I was able to spend obscene amounts of money on shoes that I bought because they were pretty. I am the person who does exactly what I say I am going to do, when I say I am going to do it, and you can bet your sweet ass that things are going to go exactly the way I said they would go.'s my jam. So much so, that I was 35 when I decided to retire my hot girl status, 36 when I got married and 37 when I had my son. Until you can genuinely say that you will buy food for kids instead of a pair of shoes, you shouldn't have plan...guess 35 is when I grew up.

Every mom's path to motherhood is different, and no mom's path is better than any other mom's path. We're all here, and we're all killin it! I have no regrets for "waiting so late to start a family.” I hate this phrase, by the way. Like, who in the hell made the rule for starting a family? …probably some stupid man. Anyway, I had to figure all my stuff out before I could invite other people’s stuff, my kid included, into my space. But, my plan finally came to fruition and “Grow up for what” is something I now say to my sweet Nolan Grey.

~The Fit Mom

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