Learning to be an “Adult”

How and from whom do we learn to be adults?

It seems my husband and I have been working on this for a very long time and yet don’t feel very successful in our efforts.

We like our parents. We think they did fine with us. But both of us grew up in very different circumstances from which we are currently living. So we can’t just cut and paste what our parents did onto our own lives.

We did well in school. We think we each had a pretty good education. But I don’t recall a “How to be an Adult” class offered at any of our educational institutions. And I know for a fact that some of our behaviors in college were not very adult like.

We know lots of adults. We think, for the most part, they all act much more like adults than we do. They have adult houses. They attend adult functions. They seem to know what they are doing. So it appears we need to learn from them. The mystery is how did they get to this point?

Is it all perception? Does everyone think that everybody else they know has it more together than they do? Is it that we are all faking it and nobody really ever knows what they are doing?

I’m actually kind of hoping this is the answer…

As it stands, though we are each very close to having completed four decades of life on this earth, my mister and I have hope that we will someday achieve this allusive “real adult” status.

But I’m not holding my breath.

Comments

  1. Adults are boring. At 32 years old, 2 college educations, 2 kids, after buying and selling 2 houses…there is often a “your mom” passed back and forth at our house. And yes, I often think everyone else has it together, while I still feel like a 13 year old giggling when someone names a part of the anatomy.

    😛

    • I think we all have this weird idea of what being an adult means when we are kids, but then we get older and realize it’s all a bunch a crap. OR it’s totally normal when you are married with two kids and in your mid (to late, ahem) thirties to constantly make “That’s what she said” jokes (our version of “your mom”, I guess). 🙂