I recently reconnected with a dear friend from college (…my grudging thanks to Facebook). We were so goofy in school.
She came into town this weekend and spent a whole day with us.
My friend is beautiful, smart, single, extremely accomplished, currently working for a top law firm in Seattle.
When I picked her up from the airport, I asked her if she “wanted to go potty.” (She later told me that I asked her several times that day if she wanted to go potty).
At home, I gave her a Dora popsicle.
And I made her take a nap.
When we went out to eat, I, lost in conversation, unwrapped her straw and put it in her drink for her — just like I would do for any one of my kids.
She, being such a good friend, laughed it off and said it felt nice to be “babied.”
When I told my sister about it, her response was: ‘You. have. serious. problems.’
Oh dear. (And I say ‘Oh dear’ now.)
I think somehow… somewhere along the way… I actually grew up and became a … mother.