Protracted development

I am 41 years old and yet somehow still find it very odd that I am the one who, for example, drops their child at his piano lesson and nips off to the supermarket for emergency protractor purchasing. Plus page tabs for scripts and singing books and blu-tac. Can't actually remember what the latter is for but I recall being asked for it recently and being found wanting. Later I may be called upon to mend a pair of trousers, two teddy bears and a hole in a monkey onesie. I feel like I should feel like my mom instead of me. But maybe that was how she always felt and there is no 'grown-up' feeling.

Just an observation by the way, not a complaint. I quite like it. It's just it amuses me, that's all.

Lesley x