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For as long as I can remember, my parents have been adults. That is to say, grown ups, in the true sense of the word. I mean, financially responsible, 'together' people. Of course, I didn't really know them when they were younger and just starting out in the parenting game. But by the time I was aware of them they seemed to have the hang of it. That is, if you don't count high school when I just thought they were lame. Then there were my 20's, when I finally realized they were real people, just like me, and so I took them down off their pedestal and began to cut them some slack.
Once I had my own kids the appreciation grew even more. All that to say, I keep waiting for the adult thing to kick in with me. When am I going to get it all together? When am I going to know what I'm doing? In life, with my kids, my money, etc.
My Mom had finished having babies by the time she was 25. I didn't even start until I was almost 30. And my parents even took in other kids, as foster...
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