tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post2027685438589421700..comments2023-11-02T05:07:44.211-07:00Comments on Books, Boys, Buzz...: Wait--I’m a Grown-Up?Young Adult Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12093024348425287064noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-4161053707460275152008-06-24T12:09:00.000-07:002008-06-24T12:09:00.000-07:00LOL, Simone! And I admit to nothing on this subje...LOL, Simone! And I admit to nothing on this subject. :) <BR/><BR/>Dona, I agree that my first apartment alone was a milestone, too!TinaFerrarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14356148823775352938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-6465193214025549702008-06-24T09:22:00.000-07:002008-06-24T09:22:00.000-07:00I think I realized I was a "grown up" when I moved...I think I realized I was a "grown up" when I moved out to Seattle by myself and got my first apt....and realized I really had no one to fall back on if I failed at my new life....pretty dang freaky!Dona Sarkar-Mishrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01777520950899454720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-78373802541086348322008-06-24T07:41:00.000-07:002008-06-24T07:41:00.000-07:00I felt old when my boobs started to sag.I felt old when my boobs started to sag.Simone Elkeleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18307922920459102582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-75302435913236530572008-06-23T15:53:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:53:00.000-07:00Tina, Jr...:) Cute, Marley, and congrats to your ...Tina, Jr...:) Cute, Marley, and congrats to your neice, too!<BR/><BR/>Steph, you know, that first alarm clock IS a milestone, and knowing you, somehow I am not surprised that you've been a responsible go-getter since an early age.<BR/><BR/>Wendy, wow, that's a touching story, and kudos to you for dealing with that, and for putting your kids first!TinaFerrarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14356148823775352938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-86052080738376404642008-06-23T15:15:00.000-07:002008-06-23T15:15:00.000-07:00I was very sick after the birth of my second son, ...I was very sick after the birth of my second son, and we'd just moved to a new town, where everyone seemed nice but I didn't have any close friends yet. My husband was out of town, and I remember lying in bed, hallucinating from a high fever, realizing I had no clue a) where my two year-old was in my house and b) when I'd last fed or changed the newborn. This was when I discovered what it really meant to be a mother: not proving to the world that I could do it all by myself, but doing what's best for my children--even if it means getting outside help.Wendy Toliverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14642277380582169548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-22855084006977666652008-06-23T13:44:00.000-07:002008-06-23T13:44:00.000-07:00Great post, Tina. That must have been such an exci...Great post, Tina. That must have been such an exciting/sad moment for you to know that soon she'll be striking out on her own. I don't even want to think about that day with the boys! :)<BR/>And I kind of feel like I've been a grown-up forever. I was always a really responsible kid. I think I was in second grade when I got my own alarm clock so I didn't have to worry about being late for school!stephhalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15836703686468306571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-55515453737213292492008-06-23T13:20:00.000-07:002008-06-23T13:20:00.000-07:00Congrats to Tina, Jr. for her wonderful accomplish...Congrats to Tina, Jr. for her wonderful accomplishment! = ) My niece is a member of the class of 2008, as well. It only seems like yesterday that she was running around the yard in only a diaper, chasing the dog who was completely discombobulated by her laugh/scream. They really do grow up quickly!<BR/><BR/>I hate being called ma'am.Marley Gibsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11645678180669587782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-41735931488297561792008-06-23T11:28:00.000-07:002008-06-23T11:28:00.000-07:00Oh, yes, Cara, being called "ma'am" for the first ...Oh, yes, Cara, being called "ma'am" for the first time stopped me in my tracks, too.<BR/><BR/>And Chuck, uh-huh, the first born...now THAT's a reality check!<BR/><BR/>Anyone go through this when they sold a first book?TinaFerrarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14356148823775352938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-53645968572982604842008-06-23T10:35:00.000-07:002008-06-23T10:35:00.000-07:00I think it was the first time the gas-station guy ...I think it was the first time the gas-station guy called me ma'am. :-)<BR/><BR/>Then again, I was something like sixteen at the time. But it was still a really bizarre and exciting feeling...<BR/><BR/>CaraCara Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02930608028959652445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-45439022323833520912008-06-23T08:42:00.000-07:002008-06-23T08:42:00.000-07:00Maybe it was because I grew up in a University tow...Maybe it was because I grew up in a University town, but High School graduation wasn't that big of a deal to me and many of my friends whose families were connected to the University ib some way. Graduation only meant that you attended school "on the hill" now.<BR/>I felt grown up after the B.A., but adulthood and responsibilities really sunk in the day (and night) that my fist child was born. <BR/>"Damn the torpedos, adulthood dead ahead!"The Golfing Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11412569338660616260noreply@blogger.com