Occasionally I get an a-ha moment and realise that I’m all grown up. Like when the doorbell rings (for the second time this month) and one of DS11’s schoolmates or a friend’s daughter is standing there, asking to borrow baking powder. And I have it. In fact, I have three pots of it! (Hoarder, much?) Or arriving at a party on time – nails painted, gift wrapped and card ready. Gone are the days of writing the card – in that tell-tale squiggly writing – in the car on the way. Or when I look around the garden and think, ‘This is all mine!’ (Though, on the other hand, the responsibility of looking after it is all mine too – see yesterday’s post on the subject of never-ending garden upkeep).
Last night I had another ‘grown up’ moment. When I was standing slicing carrots and red cabbage to be eaten raw in a salad. (Strangely enough, also for the second time this month.) Me! The girl who never ate her vegetables as a child. (Go ahead, ask Mum). Who never cooked red cabbage til she moved to Denmark in 1998. And who certainly never used it raw – in a salad – to be eaten by the family on a bog standard Monday night – until May 2011. And here’s the rub…it was blinking lovely!
Have a terrific Tuesday! 🙂
Postscript: by complete co-incidence, I just found another post I wrote about me feeling like a grown up Just an old fashioned girl from May 2010. Perhaps May is the month of contemplation?!