I often joke that I have to buck up and be a grown-up in certain situation. The other day I was walking home from the gym thinking to myself…
I am only 26 there is no way I’m a grown-up. I will only have to be a grown-up when I am responsible for another person’s life (aka. when I have a child).
This thought crossed my mind as I walked by the playground for the school I work at.
That’s right… I AM responsible for another person’s life. I am responsible for children’s lives every day. And not just 1 child, about 10-20 children. EVERY DAY.
I believe that I am going to have to come to terms with the fact that I am a grown-up whether I like it or not. I have graduated college and have held a full-time job for almost 4 years. I get holiday, vacation and sick pay. I have my OWN insurance. I am responsible for the lives of other people. Small people who are unable to care for themselves. I have a husband, bills and responsibilities. I make good choices (most of the time). I AM a grown-up. UGH!
That does not imply by any means that I am going to act like an adult all the time. Or even most of the time. Why should I? There is a reason I work with kids! I love them and I enjoy being silly with them. I get excited about small things. I giggle and laugh more than most adults. I read children’s books with joy. I find happiness in unexpected ways such as making art projects that look like walrus and polar bears.
I am a grown-up. But It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to. Or play with toys or read picture books and giggle! Because Why Not? Right?