Texting and venting with Stormy the other day, she sent me a line that goes through my head often: “I don’t want to be a grown up!”
I believe the only people who think being a grown up is fun are those who are not grown up yet. What does being a grown up mean?
- Paying bills (When there is money to pay them.)
- Working – at work and/or at home (The to-do list just keeps growing in both spots.)
- Setting a good example for your kids (Still working on that.)
- Biting your tongue in certain situations, even if you know you are right (That’s a tough one.)
- Making responsible choices (That’s boring.)
- The aging process (That’s horrible and can be its own blog post.)
- Giving up things you want for the sake of the greater good (e.g., I can’t run off and sell toe rings on the beach.)
That list does not sound enticing! As a kid, you get to make selfish decisions based just on your wants; you can be impulsive and not overly worry about the outcome. You have your whole life ahead of you to make bad, and fun, mistakes … and a life ahead of you to then fix them. There is plenty of time later to figure out your perfect path.
And to think how I wistfully waited forever to become a grown up. Spent much of my childhood trying to be a grown up. I remember each year seemed to take so long to pass. I couldn’t wait to be in my 20s and do what I wanted, when I wanted it – never having to ask permission. I’d picture myself in my 30s, all wise with my life perfectly figured out. Well, I am now in my 40s and still waiting on this. I don’t have complete freedom as people are dependent on me. I still often have to ask permission. And, I seem to be even further from having my life figured out. A big problem now is that the years are flying by. I actually even lost a whole year. I was certain I was 42, but with an approaching birthday, I have now been told I am about to turn 44. I seriously do not remember turning 43, and I can’t afford to skip any years at this point!
My daughter asked me the other day if I ever get tired of being big and said she was tired of being little. Oh sweetie, I sure do. I wish I could have made her understand all the things she should be enjoying right now. But, I knew it was a lost cause. It would be just another rambling of an adult not getting it. It would be that Charlie Brown teacher’s voice making no sense and just a background noise. It is not something adults, or children, can explain to each other – that wish to be exactly what you aren’t at the time. Looking at that little face, I knew we would both be totally up for some Freaky Friday action.
Now, I suppose I should end with something about why getting old is better. Instead, I want to take a different approach. I am going to make a few decisions that I simply can because I am an adult with a car to get around and a credit card to splurge in case of emergency. I am going to set the appointment to cover my grey peeking through, call my aesthetician to discuss more miracle cures for aging skin that I can sink some money into, and ask a girlfriend to meet me out for a glass of wine and laughs. I am not mature and wise, yet, so instead I’ll embrace where I currently stand and with childlike hope continue to imagine all the places my selfish self would bring me. And as I am doing all the “grown up” things I am mandated to do – I will hope I don’t forget another year!