All Grown Up


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

This question is not an easy one to attempt for myself; I have had grown up responsibilities since the age of 12. (Yet never felt like one)Yes your seeing that number correctly. Allow me to explain. My mother who is now 70 had a brain aneurysm when I was 12. After 10 hour surgery and 50/50 chance on the table; she has proudly overcome so much in life. During her recovery time though, Dad and I ( being the oldest) had to reteach her basic writing, and functioning skills. Being oldest brought on a number of grown up responsibility. Cleaning, Cooking, Caring for siblings.

A short 5 years later I met and married my husband of 32 years. I married the boy next door but not the one I grew up with; I married his best friend. Our first date was due to a dare. They lost he never gave them a second chance to ask. Two years after marriage our first child came along and four years later our second one arrived. You guessed it, More Cleaning, Cooking and Caring for my own children. Are you seeing a pattern? 

Now at Midlife I am the full-time Caregiver of my Spouse. He has COPD/EMPHYSEMA. This is a 24/7 job although he still functions fairly well. Their are bad breathing days, their is a lot of making sure he is comfortable and you guessed it still Cleaning, Cooking, and Caring for someone along with Caring for myself.

In conclusion; When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? I can honestly say that I have been a grown up for a number of years; yet many times never really felt like one completely. 



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