To all who have met me I am known for one trait: my tendency to act like a 40-year-old mom. I wear cardigans whenever possible, I carry Band-Aids, hand sanitizer, and a Tide stick everywhere I go. Hanging out with friends? I call the pizza place to order, I wipe off the table at a restaurant to make sure it’s clean. At the pool? I'm watching from a lounge chair with a book. Somebody on a bathroom run? I hold their purse and drink while I wait. It's just who I am, this mom personality is how I've acted my whole life. As of recently, the people in my life have taken it upon themselves to teach me how to act like an 18 year-old instead of my internal age of 40. If I put on an outfit they deem as "mom", I have to change. If I slip up and address my friends as "kids", they quickly correct me. It's somewhat of a joke at this point.

In an extreme attempt to reform my quirky ways, I have been given what has been named The Mom Jar. Coins are deposited when I break the no mom rules. For serious offenses, such as wearing cardigans, only a five-dollar bill is appropriate compensation for the jar.

The jar, sitting in its place on my dresser, honestly haunts me. When I'm getting dressed, it does stare at me. I ask myself why I want to be old before my time? Don't I want to live spontaneously and immature for once? I do, except the longer the jar sits and the more money I place in the jar, the harder it seems to do away with my mom tendencies. I am all for excepting who you are, don't misunderstand. However, sometimes, don't you wish you could be a little different? The mom jar is just a hilarious representation of that wish. The only step I can see to take next is to upgrade to a mom box for the overflowing amount of coins and hope it will work before I actually am a 40-year-old mom.