"I wanna be a grown up!" was the statement my daughter made yesterday.
This has been one of those weeks for me where grown up stuff hasn't been so fun. I wish I could close my eyes, click my heels together and go back to simpler times. Where the worst problem was forgetting a homework assignment or having a curfew that was too early.
Last week I spoke of "reality beach" and how even on vacation, your reality has a way of following you. I feel so lucky to have had a vacation but I still find myself craving a respite from the everyday. Just a few days where I don't worry about my daughter's asthma or my son's behavior. How I'd love to escape the knowledge that life isn't a fairytale, adults make mistakes, and the good guy doesn't always win.
I definitely have my parents to thank for sheltering me as a child from the adult world. I would venture to guess that I, too, probably made a similar statement as my daughter did yesterday. Wishing to be an adult who could make her own decisions. Little did I know, how hard making decisions would be.
So, I suppose I should be glad that my daughter believes being an adult would be great. Maybe it means I'm doing a good job of hiding my frustration with the adult world. Because if she felt the weight of the world as I do right now, I don't think she'd want to be an adult anymore.
Pouring My Heart Out for Shell at Things I Can't Say. It's amazing how writing can be so therapeutic! Thanks for reading!