At the gym this morning I read through the September issue of Real Simple magazine, where an article asked the question, "When did you first feel grown-up?"
My first thought was that I'm not nearly polished enough to be grown-up. I still sneak cookies from the cookie jar, I'm okay if the dishes hang out in the sink for a while before I wash them, and I'd like to play hooky from my responsibilities. But--I'm 28, so I ought to be grown-up, and there have been a few times when I have felt it.
I didn't really feel like an adult when I moved into my first apartment, because I had so much fun I felt like kid, and I didn't feel grown-up when I made my first house payment (I think I was in high school when that happened). But--when we bought our second home (the first one we actually loved) and I got to decorate and arrange furniture and meet the neighbors, then I felt grown-up in the best way.
When Hannah was born, I was 21 and suddenly felt much, much older. I didn't have a clue how to dress like a young Mom, so I think I looked much older, too. Or just frumpier. However, when I see my four kids playing nicely together, I feel like I've arrived at the good part of life.
When we found out about Rachel's deafness, I was 22 and felt very unprepared. However, I'm a proud Mother when I see her jump off the bus by herself and run home to tell me about her day and read a simple book to me. She has come such a long way!
I'm back in school now, which is pretty fun, but it does make me feel old...in a good way. I'm glad I have my degree, even if I'm not working now, and it feels good to take a class because I need to learn, rather than just because I need a grade to get on with what I really want to be doing, like so many students. I've even started to consider a graduate degree (in the future...can't handle it now!).
Anyway, just thought I'd share. Any thoughts on grow-up, not just older?