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Feeling Enlightened
What makes a grown-up?
When I qualified for my first credit card, I thought I was a grown up.
When I got married, I knew I was a grown-up.
And, then I had children and thought, now I am officially an adult.
When I was asked to be a chaperone I felt I was a "cool" adult.
I later took on all the responsibilities of single parenthood and said, this is what it means to be an adult.
When I bought my first home I learned mortgage = adult.
I was with my grandmother when she breathed her last and felt that moment was a turning point into adulthood.
I helped my mother make the arrangements for my grandmother's passing and felt even older. It was the first time I had ever had to help pick out a casket. [I had always said I wanted to be buried in the cheapest box possible but after I saw the garish pink and blue flocked caskets, I decided to rethink my position.]
When I got bifocals I kept my adult secret to myself.
When I got trifocals I bragged about how easily I adapted. That's what grown-ups do.
When I became a grandmother I announced that it was a premature event!
When my children complained that my television was too loud, I suggested they had ruined their hearing with their ipods and surround sound.
When I eat at a cafeteria and don't want the blue Jello, I realize my childhood is fading.
When people, whom I consider to be my peers, call me Momma and ask my advice, I tell myself I am flattered. I'm not sure I am.
When AARP started sending me mailers I considered it junk mail.
When I can eat what I want, when I want it but still choose vegetables I feel very mature.
And, since both my parents are relatively healthy and living on their own I realize I have not had to take on that ultimate role of caregiver or decision maker so my segue into adulthood is not complete. I am grateful to still be the child.
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7/28/08 9:35 AM
How is the healing coming along?
xoxo