Wednesday, May 7, 2014

~ coming of age ~

I've always loved the scene in Bye Bye Birdie when Kim sheds her innocence and puts on her big girl sweater.  Watching it as a ten year old, it made me long for the days when I could go to parties and wear lipstick.  You know, a ten year old's idea of "grown up" things.

Now I'm going through a coming of age, similar to Kim's.  I'm eighteen.  An official highschool graduate with one year of college under my belt.  I have a job, I own a business, I can legally vote, and I can schedule my own doctor appointments.  In other words, I'm an adult.  (insert Psycho theme song here).

I'm not so sure how I feel about this.  I'm at the age that I used to see and think "psh...that's YEARS away.  I'll have it all figured out by then!"  Well here I am, and trust me when I say how wrong my ten year old self was.

Maybe I have a few things figured out, but the vast majority is still a dizzying array of options, which I feel very fortunate to have.  But there's no denying the fact that it's scary.  And there's no denying the fact that I feel old - I don't think I'll ever get used to being called "ma'am."

As my wise mama said to me, "You never get used to how old you are.  That never changes."  Amidst a constantly changing world, finally I've found something that never will.  And for this new adult, that makes things a little less scary.



  1. So true, wise daughter of mine! And as your also-wise 80-something-year-old grandmother used to say "Sometimes I look in the mirror and I think "who IS that old lady???"" It's only when you THINK you have it all figured out that you get into trouble!

  2. Did someone call you Ma'am? Where is my horse whip?