I’m a mum, a wife, a daughter, a sister. A part mortgage holder. But I don’t feel all that different to the day dreaming kid I was years ago.
I’m a sewer, a crafter, a terrible singer. An around the house dancer. A baker, a cuddler, a “kiss to make it better” provider. But am I a grown up?
I’m a learner, a reader, a thinker. A terrible housekeeper. A dreamer. A woman coming into her own sense of self. Learning I don’t have to obey the “rules”. Perhaps that is growing up?
I am loyal, I am passionate, I love. I am Megan, I am Mummy. I am Meg/Megs/Megsy. Will I ever feel “grown up”? Possibly not. But I am pleased to meet you.