As I was putting the touches on last week’s blog, I realized the posting date: March 5th. It seems ironic that as I am writing about marking time, the date posting is significant in Debbie and my life. As of this date, March 5th, my children are no longer children! Both of my children have officially crossed the threshold into young adulthood. Our baby is a baby no more! A year ago, Bec did not embrace the age of 20, where, in her words, she became a somebody. But turning 21, she could not be more excited! Legally, there are different ages that come with different steps towards this status (i.e., driving age, voting age, etc.). 21 is just a special age for young adults.
The funny thing, my mom always said to my brothers and I that no matter how old we got, we would still be her babies. We used to laugh – we were no longer babies. Now as an adult, with two kids of my own, I can finally understand and appreciate her words. My little girls (and yes, they still know how to act like little girls when they want something) are young adults venturing forth in the world, so they are no longer children. They have ideas and thoughts for themselves and their potential futures, so they are no longer children. They are no longer living full time in our house, so they are no longer children. Do I sometimes wish that they were younger and we could have the same great fun together? Of course! However, I do love spending this time with them as they are today, because, in reality, the only time I can spend with them is now.
I guess that my parents’ words to me were true; that you do not see yourself growing older, but you see how old you have become by watching your children grow up. While celebrating my brother’s birthday, we looked, acted and behaved as we always have. We are aging at the same rate, facing similar age related things. When we are with our girls, we can clearly see the different phases in their lives. With each phase means that we also have also moved onto a new phase. As they grow and mature, we realize we also have grown (I cannot, as always, comment on my own maturity levels).
So, we can raise the virtual glass and toast Bec and the age of 21! Here’s to a great year, a year of firsts and a year of new adventures and experiences. As always, I look forward to the wonderful things that comes next…