When did I realize that?
What was the catalyst?
Can I be both an adult and a child?
Such a good question… to ponder when I recognized myself as an adult..
We had a playhouse when we were little. It had kitchen toys, windows, curtains and even a house number. We played house all the time, bickering over who got to be the “mother”.
Eventually, I got to be a mother for real. Becoming two little someone’s mom was a marker for sure. Even if I didn’t feel grown up, in their eyes, I was.
When I was re-singled, and all on my own, I catapulted into adulthood. Is that it? Being depended upon surely makes me a grown up. Doesn’t it?
I think, though, that the common thread in the fabric of my adult status is loss. Withstanding the harsh winds of losing…for me its been health and divorce.
And my dad. Losing a parent is so odd. It makes me feel like the world is tilted…off center somehow.
Learning to stand up, get up, keep moving, re-define. Become.
Maybe I’m just realizing adulthood now.