Lenten Blogging: Day Two

Question: When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

This is an easy one. The first day I felt like a grown up was when my first daughter was born. Well, maybe that's not true. On that day I remember thinking, "I have a lot of growing up to do."

What does it mean to feel like a grown up anyway? Does it mean that you feel responsible for your life? Does it mean you feel responsible for the lives of others? Does it mean you can vote; or that you pay bills?

For me being a grown up is like the horse and carrot thing. It is always in front of you but forever out of reach because its meaning always changes.

When I was young being a grown up meant living on my own. So I moved out and was as childish as ever. But at the point my definition of a grown up was someone with a full-time job with children. Then that happened and I still felt like I had a lot of growing up to do.

There is a part of me that will never really feel like a grown up (I feel like an adult), because I'm always seeing areas in which I need to grow and grow up.

Case in point: When I read the question this song began playing in my head.

See. My inner child rules and reigns. 

Tomorrow's thought: "You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week."