Sometimes I'm Still Just A Kid Inside

I've been with my Dom for over three years now. It's weird because even though we're both adults, there are times when I just feel like... less than him, you know? Like this little girl who needs protection and guidance. But then other days, I can be so strong and independent it baffles me. We had a session last night that was really intense, not in the way you might think. It wasn't about rough play or anything too physical. More like a mental battle. He set some strict boundaries for me to follow for the next few weeks, stuff like not making any big decisions without talking to him first and being more respectful of his space when he's working. At one point, I felt like crying because it was overwhelming, but then he held my hand and whispered how proud he is of how far I've come, even if there are still rough patches. It made me feel... better, I guess. But tonight as I lay here in the dark, all I can think about is how weird this dynamic feels sometimes. Am I growing up or am I just always going to be his little one?