When Did I Become a Grown Up? Day 15 of #40DaysinChristianLife

1146655_10151909816435044_1876578306_nThree of my four kids will be going to school this June. Good thing Des started driving. She’ll be dropping kids off, picking them up and doing all sorts of things in-between from June to March. 🙂 Hands-on parenting!

Des and I passed the interview of our son’s school this morning. I am optimistic about this school. Good Catholic support. And nearby. Let’s see how this goes. He’ll have his own uniform too!

Last night, our second daughter cozied up to me and said that she can’t sleep if she’s not beside a grown up. I first thought it to be sweet. And then I thought…. When did I become a grown up? Of course being a parent of four kids should automatically make you a grown up. Even just getting married maybe puts you in that category. But, having spent so much time with young people, I suppose I always thought myself one of them.

I do tell my young missionary friends that even if they work for the young, they aren’t young anymore and so they might get stuck into thinking they are teenagers when they are already mid to late-twenties. I got stuck in that for a while, because it is just more fun to be a teenager (even at 25). But you do have to grow up. Decide to grow up. Physically, you will grow up whether you want to or not. But mentally, emotionally and spiritually, you have to decide to do it and work on it.

At 38 years old (39 in June!), I am grown up. I will be married for 8 years this year, and have four kids – three of whom will be studying. I have white hair all over my head, and if I try and pluck them, I’ll be 1/3rd bald. I dread the day when I have to take daily meds for whatever illness (if I don’t know I am sick, then I’m not sick, right?) but with the food I used to eat on a daily basis, I know those meds are right around the corner.

I am grown up. I am glad that my kids see me as a grown up they can feel secure being around. Their protector.

I am proud to be grown up. But I do know that there is still a lot more to learn. Until I am old. The countdown to 40 nears.


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