In many ways I was a late bloomer – didn’t wear a bra till I was 14, I played with dolls till I was 16, and didn’t get my license till I was 21. It took me a long time to be an adult. So for me, 30 has the significance and excitement that most people associate with their 21st birthday. I finally feel grown up. I have several friends who confess the same feelings of delayed maturity. Though we are married, have kids, and run our own home, we’re sometimes still surprised by that diamond on our hand and the fact that ‘what’s for dinner?’ is entirely up to us.
I’ve been trying to figure out why I finally feel like I’ve made it to adulthood. The big 3-0 definitely has something to do with it. My mother was 30 when she had me; the first adults I knew where people in their thirties.
Feeling grown up probably has something to do with having three kids. It’s not the amount so much, but the fact that by the time you’ve had three, you’ve been at this motherhood thing for a while, and the symptoms of motherhood have become so common as to not be noticed anymore, or at least, not much. Sleep deprivation caused by children or anxiety-driven insomnia, stretch marks, grey hair, deeper smile lines, finally realizing you will never fit those clothes from high school again in this life: all undeniable proof.
Other things that make me feel grown up…
- Making my own dentist appointment to get my wisdom teeth out
- Enjoying Christmas though we only bought gifts for the kids this year
- Learning to leave the kitchen clean after a meal
- Cooking the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner
- Reading books addressed to homeschooling parents
- Pushing the extended car cart in Wegmans full of groceries, diapers, and 3 children calling me ‘Mom’
Yes, I think I’m finally feel grown up. Which gives me just one more reason to ignore my age and play a highly competitive game of Capture the Flag with my nieces, nephews, younger B-I-L and my son last weekend. Harassing prisoners, taunting the opposing team, and skirmishes back and forth over the yellow garden hose that formed the boundary line had me feeling 17 again – that is until I realized the little boy I was chasing pel-mel around the side of the house was my own son…
When did you finally feel grown up? What reminds you that you’re an adult now?