to my mom
I remember being five years old and couldn't wait to grow up. I would often tell my mom I couldn't wait to move out be "on my own". I thought being an adult meant more fun than your mom telling you to eat your vegetables and to brush your teeth. I remember being fourteen, getting ready for my first formal dance. I was so particular I would do my own makeup and didn't want my mom taking pictures of me. I remember stealing my mom's stick concealer, rubbing it all over my face and thinking it looked good. I remember being eighteen, going off to college, but still living at home. I remember feeling so "lame" that my mom would not want me out at all hours of the night. I desperately wanted to live on campus. I remember being twenty-four. I graduated college and got my first big girl job. I packed all I had known as mine in cardboard boxes to move to the "big city" as five-year-old Lily wished many years ago. I am twenty-six, in the living r...