I felt a little like a grown up when I signed my first mortgage and had a new refrigerator delivered to the house.
I certainly didn’t feel very grown up when I brought my twin baby boys home from the hospital. I remember setting the two baby car seat carriers on the carpet to meet the dog and thinking, “I can’t believe they let us bring these babies home with us. Don’t they know we have no clue what we’re doing?”
I did know I was a grown up when the doctor told me my 5 year-old son had to go to the hospital right that instant because he was dehydrated from strep. I also knew I was a grown up when I listened to him scream “Don’t let that man stick me!” while they were putting in the IV in, and I couldn’t make it any better.
I knew I was a grown up when I had to make the appointment to put my 15 year-old dog with cancer to sleep. My husband had handled the death of our elderly cat the year before, but I knew I had to be the one to handle the death of our beloved dog.
I knew I was a grown up when my 10 year-old son got out of the car to go into a rehearsal for a big performance at the Carpenter Center, and he didn’t look back.
I also knew I was a grown up when I dropped my son off for the first time at sleep away camp for a week. He was ready for a big adventure, and I was tearfully headed back home to our normal routine.
Christine is a writer in Valley's class who lives with her husband and 2 boys in Midlothian, VA. She enjoys cake doughnuts, cooking, reading, and the wide open skies of Wyoming. She doesn’t like it when her dog chews up shoes.