I have been lax in my blogging duties! I thought that I would be so much better at this than I am!

I am in a church drama group at my church (First Evangelical Free Church of Chicago...the coolest church in the world!), called Parable. I love acting, it's so much fun. And I'm so much better at it than I used to be...I totally sucked at it when I started. It's fun to grow into something like that, until taking on a new character is like putting on a new pair of shoes. Hard for the first 10 minutes, then you settle in. This past weekend, I was in a skit where I played the mother of an 8 year old girl. On Easter Sunday, I am playing two different mothers of two other grade school aged children. This trend toward casting me in the mother roles had convinced me that I am not only getting older, but looking older. It's slightly disheartening. I'm trying not to think about that, or whether my new little crow's feet wrinkles are showing on my face to everyone else, or I would go crazy and run to the nearest plastic surgeon for some Botox. I am convinced that I am vain enough to do Botox somewhere down the road. I hate these frown wrinkles that always appear between my eyebrows when I'm focusing on something or driving (which I'm not always focusing on, so it's odd), and I'm afraid that they'll settle in and make themselves at home. At which point I will be forced to shoot them up with Botox, a nice friendly poison, to get them to relax. My only fear is that I will then no longer have any expression on my face, because, as a social worker/counselor, emotions are a necessary part of the business. Acting, apparently, does not require facial emotion, as most of Hollywood has jumped on the Botox craze. We'll see.

Anyway, my "daughter" this past weekend told her real mother that I was "the coolest". I take that as a very high compliment from an 8 year old, especially from one who has known me all of an hour! It is easy to be cool when you only have to parent for a few hours on a Sunday morning vs. all the time. But I did find myself worrying about her whereabouts when she would run off to do other things! I don't think that I am one of those people cut out to be a mother, at least right now. I would have a nervous breakdown from worrying about whether or not my child was still breathing every time they went to sleep and wondering if they've been kidnapped whenever they're out of my sight. I don't know how those mothers out there handle everything so calmly. But they do, and maybe I could, too. But I'm perfectly okay with not finding out. I have enough to worry about!

So wrinkle lines and motherhood...I'm too young to be freaking out about these things...or am I?