Never grown up

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You could definitely take away the stuffies and the blankies and the sippies and the pacifier;

You could edit right out of my wardrobe the little dresses and jammies and onesies and ruffley pants, too.

You can take away all the legos and the playpen and the coloring books and cartoons;

You could put me into regular underwear and scold me for making some sweet fun out of an embarrassing & uncooperative bladder that leaves me feeling like less of a woman…

You can strip away every single thing I’ve embraced that makes me feel cheeky and happy and light - you can accuse me of “distracting myself” and you can lay all of the blame at my sore, tired, little feet.

And there will still be a little girl inside of me that will cry out for love and affection. She will never go away, she will never disappear; she will always claw her way back out to the surface and demand to be loved and regarded.

And I think I’m just tired of constantly squashing her down and shutting her up.

She’s me.

A little might get fully dressed, lace their shoes and pull their pants up all by themselves like a big Kiddo, only to still be snuggly taped into their soggy or messy nighttime diaper.

Although Mommies and Daddies will give all the cute kisses and praise for being such a big girl getting dressed all by herself, we also know better...

"Lets check that diaper baby girl, pants down" "Yep, just as I thought...lets get you changed and into a fresh, clean diaper before we start our day. I'll grab the wipes and diaper!"