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     This might sound ridiculous but I have been asking around to no avail.

    My friends, who are around the same age as my early-thirties self, are of no help when posed this question. I ask, and everything gets quiet as we sit in the silence, waiting for the magic answer. It doesn't come. I have asked women older than me who can give me no concrete direction. No light bulb moment. So I ask you, blogosphere: 

At what point, do you feel like a real grown-up? 

     When my mom was my age, I was around...10. When I was 10 I  thought my mom knew all the things. If my Mom didn't know then my dad (who hadn't celebrated his 35th birthday yet) DEFINITELY knew. No question. I had complete faith in my parent's decision making and parenting skills. They had it together. They were adults.

     You would think that with 4 children I would feel like an adult, but here is the truth: I have no idea what I am doing. I am surrounded by other people with kids who also have no idea what they are doing. Here we are, just trying to figure this thing out together. Wingin' it. Googling it. Reading about it. Praying through it. 

So my question is this: do you feel like an adult? Or do you feel like a huge impostor, like I do?

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  1. mysticalzippersMarch 14, 2017 at 9:04 PM

    Hahaha this is so true! At 32, there are sooo many times when I just think to myself, "I need an adult!" Quickly followed by, "Oh crud, I guess that's me..."

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