I’ve never really felt much like an adult, no matter what age I’ve reached.
Not when I landed my first real job out of college.
I was just stoked somebody actually hired me!
Not when I got married.
It was just a big party with awesome food and music where I got to dress up all fancy-like and share a whole lotta love.
Not when I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time in my home.
That was just an excuse to make sure all the food I enjoyed was there. Plus, we didn’t have to drive anywhere afterward. Double score.
Not getting pregnant or having my son.
Now I had a little buddy to read to, play with and snuggle on.
Not buying my 1st home.
We could decorate it anyway we wanted to and didn’t need to worry about landlord approval!
It was seeing a college student show up in flannel PJ pants and a stained t-shirt to a talk given by Judith Butler. He stood in line during the Q&A part, waiting his turn to ask a question, and I marveled at the fact that he looked like he had rolled out of bed only moments prior. It was 6pm.
What was he thinking wearing a stained shirt and pajamas to attend a packed house lecture by the Judith Butler? Shouldn’t he have a little more respect?
With that last thought I realized…holy crap – I’m totally an adult.
I’m not sure why this particular moment really brought that home. After all, I’m in my thirties, have a kid, car, house, and husband. By all intents and purposes, I’m totally an adult – at least in the eyes of our society. But I never really claimed that identity for one reason or another…yet, all it took was a kid in pajamas to really cause it to sink in. sigh.
What was YOUR “Oh hey, look at that. I’m an adult” moment?