Grownup: Peaches

Usually I'm a 12 year old trapped in an ever-aging (and these days growing) body, but every now and then I feel like a grownup.

Because once in a while, I do grownup things, like...

shop with a grocery list that doesn't include candy & popsicles.
cook dinner for my family and serve it on a plate at the table.
pay my bills.
sit on the side and watch my child have all the fun at the splash pad instead of getting all wet with him.
work.

Yesterday was one of those grownup days.

I had a case of peaches on my kitchen table just waiting to be taken care of.
I had talked for days about needing to "do the peaches" (which is an old lady phrase in and of itself) and since I could smell them getting riper by the second,  we borrowed Josh's mom's big canning pot and I got everything ready to go.
I started the stuff boiling, I washed the bottles I already owned (you know, cuz I'm a grownup and grownups have bottles) I set up the stations, I rinsed the fruit and removed the stickers.
I invited MIL to come and "play" and she brought Tommy's favorite uncle, so while the boys bounced balls in the living room, we women put up the peaches.

We wore aprons, we each took a phone call continuing to blanch and cut the peaches while we talked with the phone in the crook of our neck. We dripped peach juice to our armpits (OK maybe that was just me) and we tripped over tiny baby bodies under our feet. We talked about recent trips and upcoming events. And at the end of the day, I had some beautiful bottles of peaches. ALL of which sealed (miraculously!) and quite simply, I feel grownup.

I've bottled lots of things before (my mother grows a garden that simply requires bottling & freezing things) but I've never been the boss of it.

Because being the boss is for grownups.