When I was a kid, I thought grown-ups had it made.
Those rare occasions when Mom and Dad went out,
I would watch mom get dressed in her beautiful clothes,
rat her hair and coat it with enough aerosol hairspray
to be responsible for the hole in the ozone,
carefully apply her makeup and accessorize with jewelry,
and I’d long to be a grown-up.
Now, I’m weary of having to do my hair and make-up every day,
and would love to wear the same thing for a whole week in a row.
I might try that sometime, you just watch.
I would hear them talking after we went to bed,
and I’d wish I could stay up past 9pm.
Now, I wish I could go to bed at 9pm!
Sometimes, the smell of popcorn would waft under my bedroom door
and I would protest to myself, “No fair!”
Now I have to hear my children complain about the snacks
we consume after they get sent to bed.
It seems fair now!
In my mind, adults had a wonderful life
and I could hardly wait to grow up and experience everything.
Too soon, I realized adult life is more full of responsibility
than spontaneous and never-ending fun, as I once imagined.
Sure you can eat ice-cream any time you want,
but you have to pay for it, then wear it forever.
You can stay up as late as you want,
but you still have to get up early in the morning for work or children.
I find myself looking at my children’s lives with a bit of envy,
longing for their lack of duties,
all their free time,
and their carefree minds unburdened by responsibilities.
But, the other day I was a consoled by a huge benefit of being a grown-up.
That big heart-shaped box of chocolates is now MINE,
and I can eat it any way I want.
I discovered something new about myself this year.
I AM one of those people,
who takes one little bite out of each chocolate.
Just because I can.
I’m a grown-up.
What do YOU do
just because you’re a grown-up?
Do share your secrets!