Let Me Explain Myself

In a month and a half I will be twenty-five years old. In two months, I will be moving to a completely different city and will be completely on my own for the first time. In two months, I will no longer have to explain myself to my mom, tell her when I am going out, where I am going, or with whom. I will not have to worry about the looks or the side comments after I come home late at night (or early in the morning). I will not have to let her know if I will not be home when she comes home from work. In fact, I will not have to tell her anything unless I choose to share it with her.

I know she does this because she cares, worries, and loves me. I get it, I do. I completely understand and I love her for it. But to me, there is a line between between being caring and worrying about your child, and treating your twenty-five year old daughter like she is a fifteen year old teenager. I am an adult. I am responsible, independent, and have a good head on my shoulders, and it would be very nice to be treated like that every once in awhile. Sometimes I feel very stifled. I mean, if I am old enough to move out and go to law school, I think I am old enough to go out with my friends and not have to explain myself to mother, right? I certainly think so. I do not think I am asking for much here. It would just be very nice to walk out of the house and not have to tell anyone where I am going, who I am going with, or what time I will be back. Do not mistake me--I will miss my mom greatly, but at the same time, it will be nice to finally, completely, feel like the adult I am.