tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-783481953950813898.post7797571473373159937..comments2023-10-03T10:55:08.975-05:00Comments on knitting duck: GrownupLindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04926655980942574927noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-783481953950813898.post-35781308509759006652009-05-01T19:50:00.000-05:002009-05-01T19:50:00.000-05:00Lindsay, when you get to be a grown-up let me know...Lindsay, when you get to be a grown-up let me know. I still don't feel like it - and I'm 51. Okay - I have all the responsibilities and the kids and grandkids and the house, job - all of it - but life is just too much fun to grow up. There's so much to see and do. I never want to be finished growing. And I laughed about your not liking stuff you haven't tried. That's one of my fondest memories of you - don't lose your stubborn streak. It's adorable.Linda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02457936460001623299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-783481953950813898.post-49287279782622181972009-04-27T00:01:00.000-05:002009-04-27T00:01:00.000-05:00I asked this question of my Mom a few months ago (...I asked this question of my Mom a few months ago (when I was already married, a mother, living across the world from my family, etc. and still didn't feel like a grownup) and she said you never do. So I have given up on the premise and have accepted a new, with more responsibility, way of living as a "Big kid". :) Good luck with the grownup thing!Sydneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00049154951668317442noreply@blogger.com