Grandma

it’s time to move on and let me grow up. I’m 18 years old, I’m going to stay out late on the weekends, I’m going to go out with my friends. I’m not just going to sit at home and color pictures while you make me lunch. As much as I wish I was five again, I’m not, and I wish you could understand. I’m growing up and it’s hard enough to realize without you trying to hold me back. What are you going to do when I go to college in the fall? I’m a loose interpretation of an adult, but an adult nonetheless. I’m making smart decisions, I don’t drink, smoke, have sex or anything. My friends are good people, we don’t do anything like that. I enjoy just going out and getting away from the house for a bit.

You know I love you, no amount of time spent out of the house is going to change that. The fact that I’m with my friends doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate the things you do for me. That is something you need to understand. I’m just growing up.

I do miss being little though and the things we used to do all the time. I remember when I would sleep in your bed at night, we would draw pretty little pictures. I used to love when before I got on the school bus you would make me toast and eggs. I loved when you would get me off the bus and then go play games with me and make forts. You would tell me all sorts of stories you had made up and read me fairytales. We would sing pretty songs you played on your record player. I miss all of that so much. But I’ve grown up now, all of that has made me who I am today and I thank you. Now you just have to let me go, I’m a big girl now.