At one point today, I felt self-conscious, and it amused me.
I was sitting on the beach when it happened. Honestly, there were a group of sixteen year old girls in string bikinis, and a platoon of shiny young boys that gleamed like sparkly treasure. The whole scene was rippling. And they were sitting, and flirting, and just being themselves next to us.
And there I was with two kids under the age of 8, and I was doing the Mom thing: handing out PB&J sandwiches and making sure that everyone had their sunscreen on. I buckled lifejackets, I settled arguements, and I used my firm voice whenever it became necessary.
And then one of them rolled their eyes at me.
Hehehe. It's so funny when I realize that I'm not a girl anymore but a real adult. And perhaps saying that I I felt self-conscious is a bit of a mistake. Maybe I just had a moment of self-awareness, which is completely different. But not all bad, either.