All Grown Up?

Do you ever feel strangly aware that you are an adult? Okay, maybe it's just me, but occasionally I stop and think..."Whoa, I'm all grown-up." Is that possible? I've celebrated 6 Mother's Days with my own children. I'm the mom: the one who kisses noses, peels apples, bandages knees, raises her eyebrows, and says the last goodnight. I have experienced nothing in life so humbling nor so rewarding...and nothing that has challenged me so greatly to keep growing. All grown-up...really? Never. There is always more growing to do.