This week I’ve been called old… “33 is late to get married.”
This week I’ve been called young…”anything under 40 is young when you’re my age.”
This week I’ve been called a child…”you’ll always be my child, regardless of whether you’re an adult or not.”
I don’t have a problem with any of those things, in context.
But this week I’ve was told I can’t possibly understand another person’s feelings purely because of my age.
What I wanted to say was that I have had some experiences in life that have given me wisdom I wish I hadn’t had to learn yet. But why should I have to defend myself for something over which I have no control? I am set to be a wife, but I don’t intend on being a mother. I haven’t got a five year plan, nor do I know what I want to be when I grow up.
What I am is a friend, a sister, a daughter, a fiancé and a child of God. The number of days I’ve been on this planet doesn’t matter, it isn’t a competition.
I’m just me.