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Monday, April 26, 2010

When I'm A Grown Up

Late last summer, Real Simple magazine advertised an Essay Writing Competition they were having. Looking back, I realize that I had completely lost my mind when I decided to submit an essay. Because I don't actually know how to write essays. But whatev. I still wrote a little something and submitted it. Shockingly, I didn't win. But I'm sharing it with you today because, well, I can't think of anything else to blog about today. Here is the winning essay, if you're interested.

When I was a child, I used to daydream about when I would be a grown up. I looked forward to the day that I would finally know everything. Grown ups were never wrong and they always knew what to do in every situation. All the stupid things that I said and did on a daily basis would be in the past. I longed for the day when I could walk confidently into the room and know that everything was going to be fine because I was a grown up.

The years flew by and I was startled to find that I was not, actually, getting smarter. Not only was I not getting smarter, but with each passing year I was learning how much I really didn’t know. Things were not turning out how I expected.

I graduated from college and was married just a few months later. Almost three years later we had our first child. A beautiful baby girl. And if there were ever a time where I realized how not grown up I was, that was a good example. You would think that the 30 hours of labor would have convinced me of my grown-up-ness, but it really just left me dazed and confused. Although I knew all along that none of the hospital staff would be coming home with us, I was still alarmed as the nurse packed us into the car to leave and then walked away! Sending us home to take care of that tiny little infant. By ourselves!

The addition of another beautiful little girl a couple of years later didn’t really change my adult status either. It just convinced me even further that I had no idea what I was doing. When exactly was the “all knowing adult” part going to kick in?! I needed it!

Last year, as I was showering with my four year old one night something happened that I knew would change my life forever. As I washed my face, she was rolling hot pink scented soap all over my badonkadonk butt and singing “Tell Me The Stories of Jesus” in her most serious four year old voice. And I couldn’t help but laugh. No, life would never be the same again. But I’m not sure that it was heralding my entrance into adulthood.

Now, I’m a 30 year old wife and mother to the two most adorable girls ever. We have a mortgage, cars, mountains of laundry, even a dog. We have all the trappings of real grown up life. And yet….

In the spare moments that I do occasionally have, I find myself daydreaming about when I will be a grown up. I long for the day when I will walk confidently into the room and know that everything will be fine because I am a grown up.


7 comments:

Kristina P. said...

I usually don't feel like a grown up. It's so weird.

hairyshoefairy said...

I like it. Also? I'm still not a grown up. But my mom says she's not a grown up yet either so maybe that's okay.

Brady + Marsha said...

Thank you for sharing. I love it! The shower incident totally made me laugh.

Jessica G. said...

I only feel grown up when I'm tired, want to go to bed, but can't because I have so many things to get done. But your story made me laugh out loud!

Granmacindyprice said...

"I always walk confidently into a room. Then I fake the rest."
Love you and I'm glad you are blogging again. Your trip looked like great fun.

Natalie | The Bobby Pin said...

I remember that essay contest.

I really like the winning essay. So honest

Happy Granny said...

There's a commercial on tv that different people say what they want to be when they grow up. In the end, they're talking about what they want to do when they retire. I guess most people don't feel that grown-up either. Cindy is right, just walk in the room confidently and fake the rest. You'll be in good company. :-)

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