I’m a Grown-Up? How Did I Miss That?

Do you ever have one of those moments when it suddenly hits you that you’re grown up? I mean, we just go through life and get married and have kids and most of the time everything just rolls along. Then someone says something or you attend a special event or hit some milestone and suddenly realize how much your life has changed over the years. I had one of those moments this morning.

I’ve had a few other moments from time to time. Like when my cousins and I get together and our children are running around and playing like we used to. (They never play King of the Mountain or lock each other in garden sheds, though. Probably for the best that they aren’t exactly like us.) Or when I see pictures of former classmates on Facebook and realize that they’re all adults. How did that happen?

My best friend lives in Tennessee. (I guess I’m supposed to call her my BFF these days, but I really dislike that term, so I won’t.) We went to high school together and have been best friends since I was 15 and she was 16. We’ve stayed in touch through the years and various moves through letters and phone calls. She doesn’t do email or facebook, so I have to actually communicate with someone via phone, which is not my favorite way to talk to people. But I make an exception for her.

Gina has a 16-year-old daughter and 14-year-old twins. I try to forget that they’re in high school now, and I do pretty well until I’m actually talking to her. Like this morning when she was talking about her daughter’s graduation. I was thinking, “Why is she talking about something that’s three years away?” Then it hit me. I said, “Hang on. I just had a mini-heart attack. She’s a junior this year, isn’t she?” How does this happen? I remember when she was born. I can’t possibly that old. (I’m also not old enough to remember when her 19-year-old cousin was born or when her younger brother and sister were born.)

Of course, I’m not on the phone with Gina now, so I can go back to my happy little world where the kids don’t grow up. My kids aren’t growing up, either, so I think it will work out well.

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