But age brings about revelation. In fact, over the last several years, I have come to a startling conclusion.
I think I’m turning into my mother. (Love you, Mom!) Don’t believe me? Here’s a list to prove it.
I love Saturdays because I can get so much done.
I’m ecstatic when I score a great deal at the thrift store.
I’m ready to go to bed at nine o’clock.
Whenever I hear Tanya or William say, “I’m bored,” I tell them that they could always work.
I get excited about next year’s garden.
I call teenagers “kids”.
Sunday afternoon “rest times” are a pleasure instead of a pain.
I read books like “99 Ways to Make Christmas Gifts out of Recycled Newspaper” and “Housework Made Easy”.
I think it’s true. I have left the playful realm of childhood and teenager-hood (whatever) and become a genuine adult. But maybe there are a few remnants left – I would still rather bounce on a trampoline than sit inside and talk!
When was that moment when you realized that you really were an adult?