I’ll admit it, I was at a loss for what to write about today. Since I am on exercise hiatus until further testing on my heart…no I don’t want to talk about it…I am lacking in the “accomplishments” department. However, I do plan to stick by my NaBloPoMo commitment, thus I headed on over for a writing prompt!
What is the moment that you leave childhood and enter adulthood? (Guest Post by Catherine Gildiner, author of After the Falls)
I would have to argue, there is not an “exact” moment. It isn’t the first time aunt flo comes to town. It doesn’t happen with the flip of a high school tassel, nor the flip of a college version. My thinking is, for everyone over the age of 18 who can start claiming adulthood, they would say it was a slow and steady transition.
Becoming an adult happens when you find yourself faced with a bowl, a spoon, the milk and a cereal box. Also the permission and expectation you can prepare aforementioned items for yourself before crashing out in front of Saturday morning cartoons.
It happens when you look at a member of the opposite sex (or same sex for some) and think “They make my tummy feel funny”.
Perhaps it was getting your temps or moving into a dorm? For me a lot happened when I lived away from home for the first time. No, not at my aunt’s, but when I stayed with my friend Crystal’s for a very short time. I enjoyed coming and going as I pleased. I enjoyed having my then boyfriend over at all hours (shhh), I enjoyed learning the heat really shouldn’t be set at 80-some degrees.
There is a comic I love to follow, Hyperbole and a Half. In one strip she wrote about the process of being an adult and why she’ll never be one. I relate to so many of the things in that particular strip. Being an adult is more than paying the bills, keeping laundry off the floor and having some stuff to show off. Although those are all part of the package. It’s more than a fancy degree or spiffy job. Being an adult is a life long process. At 18 you should improve while aging toward 28. At 30 you should learn while moving toward 40. When you stop learning, even about yourself, you stop living. You stop being an adult.
Picking up information about the world around us and finding ways to adapt it in the future…that’s what adults do. So while part of being an adult might have been learning not to eat paste, learning how to open an IRA is just as important when you reach that stage of life.
Personally, I’ve always felt happy knowing a part of me was adult-like to those I interacted with daily. I hope to continue feeling happiness as I embrace and renew the child-like aspects of myself as I move through life.
Although, there is a part of me grasping to the famous quote from Grey’s Anatomy:
We’re adults. How did this happen? And how do we make it stop?