Well it is official, I have turned the corner...you see, all along I have been thinking I was still one of them " the young ones, one of the kids"...but alas this is no more, my shipped has sailed....I can no longer act out and blame it on being one of the kids, saying my lack of maturity made me do it.....I have officially crossed the line........moved over to join the others...the moms and the aunts....monumental and maybe just a bit depressing I have to admit..... I am no longer grouped with the girls, the kids.... I am now one of them...the "women of the family!"
The Allen girls united yesterday, for a good old fashioned girls day.....tons of food, tons of laughs, lots of chatter and some very interesting topics of discussion....WOW is all I can say!!!
It all started very honestly, this little revelation I came to.....one of my younger cousins was chatting about her life and what she is up to, expressing some of her opinions and as I started contemplating how I was going to react to what she was saying, I had this flutter in my stomach this sort of chuckle if you will.....because I was thinking that my opinion was going to sound to her 10 year younger mind, so annoying and irritating and OLD....I even prefaced my reply with "well I knew this was going to happen sooner than later...but I have a crossed a line here....I am no longer with you girls, I am with them" as I pointed to my Aunt and Mom.....yes my thoughts were more similar to the parents...the mature, rationale thinking MOMS...not the fun crazy kids, that I was once the leader of.....
Yes I am the first born, the oldest grandchild in the Allen clan.....we range from 34 to 17....and clearly from last nights tales, subjects of discussion and my opinions about them...the oldest my friends...has officially outgrown the kids table...lol
I suppose I should have seen it coming, as I sit and look back on the past few years.....it all started when they asked me to bring the rolls and then I moved up to a choice of bringing a salad or dessert and now here I am hosting events...this should have been a clue to me......hello as soon as they start asking you to bring stuff, you are clearly an adult now...you can't get away with just showing up, eating and making a run for it...you have to bring something, set the table, and clean up....haha
So I guess this is how it goes.....I will always be the first born, the oldest.....I hope that I don't get too far behind in the "way of the world" in my cousins eyes...I get that they see things a bit differently.....just like I did 10-15 years ago, although I now can understand a bit better what our Mom's are saying and I do indeed agree with them more now than I once did in my younger days...I hope that we always have these fun times that we can all get together and keep each other informed on what's going on in the 20 something worlds, the 17 year old world....the 30 the 40 and the 50....man no wonder we had to chat so long we have quite a few decades of information to cover!!!!
love you all....
m :)
6 comments:
Ah, growing up... we all have to do it :) (unfortunately!)
Well, Michelle, so good to have you ...almost on our side...but I never get tired of hearing what the younger generation is up to. Thank you all, we had such a good time, lots of laughs, lots of food, lots of serious discussions and some really interesting information. We need to book next year's earlier so that we can really have a "sleep-over. From the oldest of all. Love, Mom, Susan and Aunt Susan.
This is too funny. Happens to the best of us, I suppose. ;)
Erica
haha omg! when i first started reading i thought you were going into details about the major topic of conversation during these "revelations" lol!!!
Yes I am afraid growing up is inevitable, hehehehe.
just catching up on my reading tonight so i am late in my response... it was a great evening and yes Michelle you are coming over to our side... but just remember your mom's answer to "what is wild?" and you will know that the older side can be much fun. lol lol
can't wait for the next time.
love ... xxoo
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