Usually it's only when I notice how big my kids are getting that I remember how old I am getting. I forget that I am not still a teenager (though admittedly, I'm not so far away from those years). But then a situation like tonight's will occur, when I find myself hanging out with people who have been friends so long that the lines between families have blended. I still find myself sitting and listening to the adults talk, but then I get the odd realization that I am now counted among them - almost like, since I have become a mother, I have grown up enough to be 'worthy' of entering the conversation.
It's most clear to me when these people, who I grew up calling my aunt and uncle, now label themselves as such for my children . . . when did our friendship change from peer to child, into peer to peer? I wasn't paying attention. I didn't think that there was anything to be paying attention to! But now it's over and done with, and I'm all mixed up about it.
On the one hand, I am excited that I've finally 'achieved' adult status. On the other, I am nervous of the added responsibility, as well as the change.