It’s been a while since I posted about how much I love being a grownup, so I thought I’d go there again.
I love being a grownup.
I love being able to decide any given day what kind of person I want to be, and I love that I can take the steps to be it. Having lived a while, there’s even a pretty good stock of experiences inside that I can draw from to help me get there. If I want to be a more positive person, I can think of a ton of people in my life to learn it from. If I want to be more responsible, I think of the times I wasn’t and how determined I became to change. I’ve got education to build on, parenting history to grow from, friendships for support.
I love that I can eat anything I want but that I can learn to not rely on food so much for my comfort too.
I love having no less than one thousand relationship mistakes in my past to help me be a better friend, sister, wife, and mom tomorrow. I’m glad I’ve passed my driver’s test, gotten a good score on my ACT, survived high school, and faced life’s unpredictability enough to not be quite so surprised by it anymore.
Sometimes my kids ask me for a second dessert or to stay up late or some other thing that I can’t really approve in the moment, and I feel sorry for them. They don’t know it, but when they walk away I’m thinking, Just hold on, Buddy. Someday you don’t have to ask anybody about that. It will be all you. And when you get there, try really hard to remember how awesome it is to finally, finally be a grownup.