I’m not sure I’ve realized that yet.
I’m a grown up? When did that happen? Why? Do I have to admit to it, accept it, be it?
I don’t wanna. *insert me sticking my tongue out here
Okay, so it means being responsible for myself.
I am a mom and a wife so I definitely have my grown up responsibilities there and yes I take those very seriously but not in the straight face type of seriousity. Yes, SERIOUSITY. I’m abusing that word. I am a grown up. I can do that, so there. 😛 I went to college, earned two degrees, worked in both fields. I did the whole grown up “thing”.
But am I a grown up attitude-wise? Gosh, I hope not! People/grown ups, in large part, take themselves far too seriously!
I like to act goofy. I like to laugh. I like to watch kid’s movies and read children’s books. There is so much more scope for the imagination in them that the adult books just don’t have. (no not talking porn here, get your mind out of the gutter!) 😛
I don’t think I’ll ever grow up – not all the way. Physically I have. Mentally, yes I am a grown up. But in my soul of souls-heart of hearts-Tracy of Tracy’s – I’ll always maintain my childlike view of the world, at least I hope I will. I’m always hopeful (for the most part) always imagining, seeing the world around me through Tracy-tinted shades.
I still think it would be dang cool to live in a tree like the Keebler elves. Don’t you? I still dream of pushing through the back of an old closet in Spare Oom and discovering Narnia. I know that lamppost is softly glowing – waiting for me. I really get upset when the magic of something is debunked or revealed. I would rather live in ignorance thinking that bubbles form every time a fairy sneezes or farts. I’ll still search the flower beds at the farm for a stray seashell. I will gently turn it over to see if a cats eye marble grew there overnight. When I’m out at the farm, I’ll still look to see if a little birdy lost its underpants. **There was a flower or some sort of plant outside at the farm that when it shed something or other, it looked like a little netted pair of underpants. Grandma always told me that a little bird lost its underpants when we saw them lying on the grass. I cannot for the life of me figure out what plant they are from and I haven’t seen them in ages. Still, I love that memory.
Life is too damn short to be a grown up. Sure there are fun things we grown ups get to do. There are definitely some fringe benefits to being an adult, I do agree. Looking back though, I don’t think I was ever in that big a hurry to grow up. I had a magical childhood in so many ways. There were rough patches, for sure, but who doesn’t have that?
I’m not sure I remember the first time I realized I was a grown up. It took me a while to actually reach that stage as I do believe I was a late bloomer. I put it off for as long as I could.
Soooooo, I’m going to stick with the whole, I-am-a-grown-up? line of reasoning. Oh and be sure your voice goes up a the end of the “I am a grown up?” (yes, I know you read my posts out loud because they demand a theatrical read through) because it is still a question I ask myself each and every day.
I’m a grown up?