Forty-three odd years ago, when I was a toddler decorating myself with the costume jewelry my Mimi set aside at her house for this purpose, playing dress-up, fussing with my dolls, hanging clothes on the pint-sized clothesline and making meals with all those plastic “groceries” I had no idea what being a grownup would be like.
Did you realize when you were borrowing mom’s makeup (you know you did) or affecting a movie star’s smoldering gaze with a pretend cigarette that being a grownup — with a house and a spouse, and a kid and a job, and chores and errands, and bills and other responsibilities — was actually a lot of hard work and angst?
We shouldn’t be surprised, I guess. And still…
I don’t think any of us was prepared for just how chaotic and exhausting it all would be.
I won’t bore you cataloging my complaints. They likely pale in comparison to your own challenges.
And besides, I’m betting you don’t much care. (And I don’t blame you.)
There is one thing I can say that might resonate with you, however:
That is all.
As you were.