the weekend of many ages

Thursday night I drove to my parent’s house
and it was the first time I ever referenced it as my parent’s house, not mine
Maybe its because I didn’t live in that house long anyways
or that I’ve been in Nac longer than I stayed there
either way It was strange for those words to come out of my mouth.
I felt about 22

Then I woke up and drove to Lake Charles for a SAGE conference
I woke up early and drove responsibly
all I used to get there was a map of Texas and my new found sense of direction
I even got a phone call from work and had to tell them I wasn’t on call that weekend
I felt independent
I felt about 25

I parked my car at the church
stretched for a second and yawned
smiled as I saw the note from my dad in the passenger seat
I got out of the car and hopped to the ground
a raisin and a peanut fell out of my shirt
I felt about 7

Later on I was riding in the back seat of a car
two women were having conversation in the front seat
I stared at my shoes and out at the moon
forgetting that they were talking to me too
forgetting that I was now old enough to participate in the conversation
I felt about 13

I got to the hotel room late
everyone else was asleep
I needed to shower
I put one foot in and fell down
I got back up slowly and my knees popped and cracked
I felt about 70

Most of the weekend though,
I sat around godly women
in the midst of good conversation
sometimes contributing
sometimes soaking it up
appreciating the wisdom in front of me
applying it to my life
growing into who I am
learning
I felt my age