Coming of Age

Hello fellow bloggers! Have you ever had a moment where you felt like a part of you grew up?

The first time I felt I was coming of age was when I was babysitting my younger cousin. My uncle and his three year old son had just picked up my mom and I from the airport at four in the morning. We arrived at my family's house around five and my cousin was already bouncing off the walls with excitement.  My aunt had trusted me to put him to sleep in time so that when we went out to lunch he would walk instead of sleeping in his stroller. I remember trying to get him to sleep but all he wanted to do was play with his toy air planes. He was a small monkey who couldn't seem to keep himself still. He bounced off the walls and I tried getting him to calm down. I gave him my sketch book from my back pack and few colored pencils. Fortunately, he took the bait and calmed himself down finding himself a little more tired every time he picked a new colored pencil. His eyes started to get heavy and then he was out like a light. I felt like a part of me had come of age because instead of having someone babysit me at this age I was the one helping.