Chicago Chick: Time to Grow Up?

The past 12 months have been a crazy time. Who am I kidding? Since I found out that I was pregnant with Nicholas waaaaay back in 2004 it seems like someone has taken my life, turned it upside down, and shaken it vigorously. Actually, it's been more like grasp, turn upside down, shake vigorously, repeat.

There have been some really rough times but overall, I think I've weathered the storms pretty well. And it's not something I can take all the credit for. I would never have been able to survive if not for my husband and my family. My parents have been ridiculously supportive.

Yeah, I know that's what parents are for - to be ridiculously supportive. But, I also realize that there are a lot of people out there who aren't as lucky as I am because they don't have parents or their parents aren't in a position to help them out.

This past weekend the boys and I spent the day at my parents' house. I watched as my Ma cuddled Alexander and Nicholas and my aunts fawn over them. When the day was over and we were packing up to go, I realized how much I really missed being comforted by my parents. I missed sneaking into bed with them and having my Ma snuggle me. Stuff like that always made me feel safe. I gave my parents a huge hug before turning to leave and I think my Ma knew how I was feeling because she squeezed me extra hard.

I think that even though I am a parent and now I'm responsible for comforting my boys, I know that I will never outgrow the need to be comforted by my parents. I don't think that there will ever be a time that I will grow up. Well, actually I know that there is a time when that day will come - I just don't want to think about it.