The other day I asked Spencer if he felt like an adult.
When I was young, I would try to picture myself as an adult. It was almost impossible! I would look at the other grown ups in my life, and wonder about the important things I would think, say, and do. Surely when I would be a grown up, I would feel different. More wise and important.
When is the exact moment one becomes a grown up?
What qualifies someone to be an adult?
My brother Kyle said he first realized he was an adult when he used his own money to buy a vacuum.
Is it when I graduated high school? Or moved to Rexburg Idaho to pursue a degree? Maybe it was when I fell in love and decided to get married? Was it when I paid a down payment for our first apartment? Had a miscarriage? Moved into a two bedroom apartment? Had a baby of my own?
Today, as I was cooking breakfast I set Finnley on the table. When I turned around Finnley was scooping dirt (and probably the cilantro seed) out of the pot and onto the table! Squishing the dirt, spreading it around, sweeping it to the floor and trying to eat it. She LOVED it and would have played all day!
Today was the day I finally realized that I AM an adult!
My baby just wanted to play in the dirt, it was such a carefree and fun activity that children have enjoyed for years. I am adult because the thought of sinking my hands in dirt and sprinkling it over myself didn't sound fun! I was content to let that pot sit in the window.
