How mature are you?

Yesterday I went to visit my daughter, son-in-law, and their three children. Yes, I had a wonderful time! I also noticed something interesting: as the evening wore on, it became harder to figure out who was most mature. There was my overwhelmed daughter, the voice of reason throughout the evening. She wins most mature overall. Then things got interesting.

Youngest was the nineteen month old. Calm, happy, and fun to play with. And the most mature of the three kids. The seven year old, who should have been the most mature, was all over the place. Rowdy, mouthy, and frequently very, very sweet. He had his moments of maturity, but also moments where he seemed very much the child he is. The way it should be, I believe.

Then there was the five year old. Sweet at times, a holy terror at others, she shot shivers up every adult’s spine with her frequent “no’s” to anything she was asked to do. She’s adorable, though, and laughs all the time. We hope her desire to rule the world is a phase. Meanwhile, she stays in trouble a lot.

Then there was my son-in-law. Just home from a stressful job, he took time out to chill. And then he became the silliest one of us. Mature? Maybe not, but then, he deserves to leave his mature work persona behind.

But what about my daughter? As a stay-at-home mom, she always has to be mature. Always in charge, always having to be the voice of reason. I think she needs to relax. In fact, I think there’s a grandmother/writer/very mature woman (okay, maybe not), who needs to relax too. I see a mother-daughter lunch date in our future. With shopping. We can’t be mature all the time. Right?

Have an immature weekend, including lots of silly fun!

Cheryel

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