Nineteengoingontwenty: Mommy.

Setting a password for my father's girlfriend the other day I realize the importance certain birthdays have for some people. Not only your own, but those close to you. Most passwords, most lotto numbers are birthdays. I don't really have anywhere to go with this, I just need a space to clear my head.

I took my mother out for her birthday for the first time ever. Just her and I. That felt like a step into adulthood. For a woman I live with I see her so little, it may sound sad but I was so happy to have that time with her. I look forward to her birthday so that I can finally show her that I appreciate her, it's not often I get the chance.

Am I young or am I old? I'm criticized by my younger friends as being to old to understand, yet by my older ones as being to young. What am I? I'm Nineteengoingontwenty. Is that young or old? When will I no longer be judged. Possibly it's the remaining teen angst in me but little things just get to me.

Am I considered an adult, yet undermined? Or am I considered a child that is allotted extra privilege? Personally, I'd rather not be either, but what can you do really? What can you do?