When I grow up

What do you want to be when you grow up?

A nurse, a doctor, a cat, an eagle, a teacher, I don’t know with a shrug of the shoulders. Those were my answers growing up. Now my daughter is barraged with that question. Her answers? A gymnastics teacher and a hula girl.

Remember when you were a kid and all you wanted to do was be a grown-up? I remember being in my room at bedtime and hearing grown up conversation in the living room. It was really boring stuff, but that didn’t stop me from peeking out of my partially open door lapping up everything they were saying.

Now I’m on the other side of that door and I like it over there. While there are great things about being a kid I never want to do that again. I wanted to be a grown up all my life and I have arrived!

I get to choose my bedtime. I get to make mistakes and not be scolded for them. I get to have all the grown up conversation I want. And, most importantly, I get to pick out my own clothes.

What do you think makes a grown up? Is it age? Is it maturity? Is it when you pay your very first bill? When you talk about the weather a lot?

I knew I was a grown up when I started putting thought into answering my daughter’s questions. “How can pilots fly all night? What is fog? Are bad guys real?” And my favourite most recent question was “What is imagination?”

When I began to think through these questions and break them down to child size I knew I was a full-fledged grown up. Only grown ups answer these questions. Only grown ups get asked these questions. Only grown ups get enthusiastic and annoyed by the constant questions.

When did you know you were a grown up?

Swept Up

In blustery days
More of the fall….. it has been all blustery and Winnie the Pooh out there the last few of days……leaves falling. Today it’s calmer. The sky is bright blue and there are piles of leaves everywhere…..perfect for jumping in.

6 thoughts on “When I grow up

  1. Lesley

    I still like when I asked Wes what he was going to be.. A Builder! “what do you think Annie will be?” “She’ll pick flowers!”

    I don’t think I’m there yet, I would still wear tummy tops and mini skirts if I could 🙂

  2. tiff

    I knew I was grown up when I held my babies for the first time. From then on I knew the world was no longer about me. The first time I felt ‘old’ though was when William died.

    Thank you for delurking, now I have found another great blog to read!

  3. Heidi

    lesley, Too funny about Wes! It’s all so stereotypical male and female…love it!

    tiff, there is nothing quite like that moment when you see your babies for the first time. 🙂
    I am so sorry about William…words are just not sufficient to express how sorry.
    And thank you…what a nice thing to say! Your blog is all heart. I love that.

  4. Dorkys R.

    Hi heidi! Love your blog and thanks so much for commenting on mine. I don’t think I’m anywhere near being grown-up. Yeah, I pay bills, and live on my own and have a real job, but I think a grown-up is secure in herself and confident in where she’s headed. And I’m still working towards those things 🙂

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