When I was a very small child, I thought my parents knew everything. And that adults had everything sewn up and knew which way was up and which was down and how to do everything that ever needed doing. (And yes, that’s a whole bunch of cliches I threw in there, just for fun.)
And I generally assumed that I would be the same way… that at some point, I would become an adult, and everything magically would fall into place.
Many of you (may or may not) know that I’ve taught at the college level. What you probably don’t know is that a good many of my students approached me to have private conversations because of the great worry they carried regarding “being a grownup” aka… adulthood.
And I told every single one of them to stop worrying about it. None of us, not even me, a full-on almost-middle-aged adult, has any idea what we’re doing. Or what “adulthood” is really about. Except that I’m tied down with lots of responsibilities that my students aren’t: a husband, mortgages, pets, aging parents… (Not that I’m complaining about any of them, mind you.)
A few hours ago, I chatted on Facebook with a former student of mine (now a friend), and she told me about something absolutely horrible that had happened to her, and said:
“I dont think im competent
to be an adult anymore”
Which made me cry.
Not only for her pain and the horrible thing that happened, but also for myself. Cuz lawd knows, I don’t feel competent to be an adult either. I’m currently unemployed, I have all kinds of health issues, and I haven’t blogged in months.
So I’ll just leave you with Calvin’s thought, because I think he says it best:
See you tomorrow for B! (Your guess is as good as mine as to the topic. )
My first partner in the #AtoZChallenge, Gareth Young, tells you about the #ALPHABET for #A … Be still my geeky heart!
And my other partner, Samantha Bryant, writes about the start of her journey to April 23 – her book release date!