The husband and I went to breakfast with another coach and his family a few weeks ago. He had his wonderfully adorable kids with him.
Kid (to husband): How old are you?
Husband: how old do you think I am?
Husband: Alright. And how old do you think she is? (points to me).
For the record, the husband just turned 27.
Being an Aunt and a nanny, I get asked by kids quite often if I'm a grown up. I always ask them if they think I'm a grown up. They usually struggle with that answer but almost always answer yes. And then I ask them what it is they think it is that makes a person a grown up.
They can almost never answer.
I feel like the aftermath period of graduating college is such a mucky period. The in between of student and adult. The transformation from kid to grown up. There is a definite start: the day after graduation.
There is no definite end.
My best friend and I often question when we became adults. What makes us adults? It's like it happened without us even wanting it to.
I hope I'm always young at heart. That's a hard thing to keep up with, though. It's so easy to get bogged down with life and reality. It's so easy to be tired and lazy after a day full of being an adult. Bills always have to get paid. The house always needs to be cleaned. There always seems to be a mountain of laundry [how is that possible, by the way?].
Sometimes it's just as important to ignore what needs to be done and do what you want to do. Otherwise, life will just become a blur of crap.
Take a day.
Do what you want.
Be young. Be foolish. Be happy. The Tams