Monday, June 15, 2009

Growing Up

Like it or not, I've suddenly been faced with the reality that I am a grownup. I don't know when it happened, it just kind of snuck up in there. True, most people realize this in their 20s, but I'm a bit slow, I guess. Despite owning a home at the ripe old age of 21 and taking on progressive levels of responsibility ever since, it never really hit me that I was really, truly grown.

Kids came along, and I have relished reliving childhood memories (and creating new ones for them), but still, did not feel adultish.

I started a couple of businesses. Now I was stressed. But still not grownupish.

And Sadie was born with her complexities and my eyes were opened to a whole new world of struggles, sick children and even those lost. Friends started getting cancer and strokes. I lost a childhood friend of 20 years. I went into this suddenly adult world kicking and screaming, not ready for it. So I ignored it.

And yesterday, I became a grand-aunt. Seriously. And suddenly, very strongly, I feel grown up. And I don't want to be.

I don't want the whiskers that have suddenly popped up on the side of my face. What is that about? I am not thrilled that my body suddenly decided not to support my current lifestyle and eating habits. And I'm disturbed when the teens at concerts talk about bands as "old school" (No Doubt - REALLY? Old School?!) when telling me they enjoy the show. Not. Cool.

So I'm going to pout about it. That'll show you, adulthood. Ppppphhhhbt!


  1. Ha! I know exactly how you feel, except for the great-aunt part (thank goodness). When does it happen and how do we turn back the clock?!

    How does next week sound for a night out? I know I'll need one 'cause Michael is working six nights in a row...

  2. Tanya6:51 AM

    I am there with you.

  3. Wate till your life walks out the door. Goes to collage marries has little ones of her own. Then you get to become a child again with the Grand kids. Being an adult means you can't cry when it hurts. I will always be a child. I love you.

  4. Love the pppphhhhbt! I had no idea how to spell it. So, thanks. I'll sure be using that on my blog in the near future.

    I don't want to grow up, either. As my dad says, "let's not and say we did."