When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Ugh. Being a grown-up can really suck! I wish , wish, wish someone could make the decisions for me. For as strong-willed as I am, I have quite the submissive streak – which is a completely other topic for a completely other less family friendly blog. 😉
Any who, I suppose the first I truly felt grown up, was the day I brought Monkey #1 home from the hospital. A bit of a slap in the face with a big ol’ dose of reality. If I wasn’t ready to grow up, I had better start RIGHT NOW! I couldn’t just call the nurse to have the little one taken down the hall to the nursery so I could get some sleep. There was that brief moment of, “What in the hell have I done?!? There’s no turning back now!” Even now, almost 13 years later, I occassionally have to remind myself that I am the Mommy! 🙂
But as for feeling like a “grown-up,” maturity is a state of mind – not an age. I tend to “act” much younger than my actual age. Just a part of who I am! Life is too short to be serious all the time!
So in the words of Peter Pan:
If growing up means
It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I’ll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up