{"id":923,"date":"2005-10-15T00:00:58","date_gmt":"2005-10-15T05:00:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=923"},"modified":"2005-10-15T00:00:58","modified_gmt":"2005-10-15T05:00:58","slug":"growing-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2005\/20051015-923.htm","title":{"rendered":"Growing Up"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I go through life, moving slowly along from childhood to adulthood, so quickly that I barely notice the time passing.  Then one day I stop and find myself driving a car.  Driving a car!  Since when have I been old enough to do that?  I am in control of a moving vehicle, capable of exacting horrible damage on anything it encounters.  How did I get mature enough to do that?  And I&#8217;m driving home, to where I live.  Away from my parents&#8217; house.  I don&#8217;t live with my parents anymore.  I&#8217;m an adult now.  I&#8217;m wearing a business suit and pumps&#8211;and I&#8217;m not dressing up in Mom or Dad&#8217;s hand-me-downs.  I&#8217;m an honest to goodness woman.  I don&#8217;t have a child&#8217;s body anymore, I have a woman&#8217;s body.  I&#8217;m not begging for a ride anymore-I&#8217;m in control of my own vehicle.  I&#8217;m paying my own bills, signing my own papers.  When I have a toothache, I can&#8217;t just tell Mom and she&#8217;ll get me an appointment.  I need to make my own appointment.  I buy my own clothes now.  I wear makeup.  When did I grow up?  When did I become a woman?  I&#8217;m not sure.  Sometimes I wonder if I really have&#8211;I feel like a little girl playing house.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I go through life, moving slowly along from childhood to adulthood, so quickly that I barely notice the time passing. Then one day I stop and find myself driving a car. Driving a car! Since when have I been old enough to do that? I am in control of a moving vehicle, capable of exacting &#8230; <a title=\"Growing Up\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2005\/20051015-923.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Growing Up<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[21],"tags":[514,743],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=923"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=923"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=923"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=923"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}