When I was a kid I couldn’t wait for the day I would be older than my parents, because then I would be able to tell them what to do.
I couldn’t wait to be an adult because then I could watch all the TV I wanted and stay up late on school nights.
I dreamed of the all-day dessert binges I’d go on, and how I wouldn’t have to finish my dinner before I got ice cream – because obviously, my dinner would be ice cream.
As a grown up, I would swim after meals, be the first woman professional baseball player, and win a Grammy.
When I was an adult, I was going to make all the decisions and no one was going to tell me any different.
And now I’m an adult, and whoa, it is not nearly what I thought it would be.
I’m still not older than my parents (although I do tell them what to do when it comes to technology).
I stay up late every night watching TV, but I’m exhausted in the morning.
If I eat more than one sweet treat every few days, my jeans don’t fit.
I love swimming after meals. Major League Baseball and the Grammy committee have yet to recognize my talents.
And decisions, ugh. I hate making decisions. Right now I am trying to find new health insurance. Can’t someone else research this, ask the questions, and pick the best one? I don’t want to be the one to decide. What if I’m wrong?
I really wish my parents would do it for me.
Being an adult has a downside.
Upside, I get to have babies. Babies that make me smile, and look at things differently, and laugh.
Someday, one of these babies will tell me why she can’t wait to be an adult, and I will listen seriously and agree. And then I’ll tickle her hands and we’ll eat some ice cream while we plan grown up adventures.