I've seen lots of posts lately about how we know when our kids are growing up, and it happens in the blink of an eye, but what about US? Are we growing up and maturing and progressing right along with our children?
There are so many of us out there that just aren't growing up. Failure To Launch on a nationwide scale. So many people still depending on mom and daddy, or even living on their own but living like children. So many people living outside of their means to have grown-up toys. (The above soap-box was free of charge...)
While I was pregnant with Hedgehog, I prayed, and prayed and prayed for her not to be like me. And God laughed. She is a mini-me. She looks JUST like me, and in so many ways, she acts just like me too. And that frightens me. I don't want her to have to fight the same demons that I fight. I don't want her to have the emotional immaturity and social retardation that I struggle with. I want her to be better. So, I HAVE to grow myself up.
My growth, like that of my kids, comes in fits and starts. Sometimes I do better than others. This weekend, I was proud of myself. I don't, in my own personality, like big gatherings. I would rather be with one or two friends. But this weekend, there were THREE family functions for Engineer's family. One of them he wouldn't attend, but I needed to be there for all three. I dreaded it. I thought of all kinds of excuses not to go. Engineer's family contains some people who cut loose in ways that blow my skirt up, so to speak.
But KNEW that I would eventually enjoy myself. When my imagination started going overtime, imagining horrible scenarios where people could possibly be unkind, I told myself that was not going to happen. I pushed past my fatigue and actively loosened up to enjoy spending time with people. And my kids benefited. They enjoyed the family and played with all their cousins and even danced in public (which I practically NEVER do).
How do you know that YOU are growing up?