Growing up
Funny how I had always yearned to be officially labelled an adult when I was in my adolescent years. Back then, being an adult seems to be a really cool and in thing. The sweet attractive scent of freedom, freedom to do what I want, when I want and how I want. The promise of independence - not having to report to my parents what time I will be home and who I am hanging out with. And ultimately, not having to depend on my parents for pocket money.
No matter how I saw it, being an adult was all good and no bad! (so I thought?)
And so I eagerly anticipated. And the rest was history.
I guess there was never quite a defining moment when one really turns into an adult, or feel adult-ish. I know I don't. I cannot pinpoint a moment in my life when I felt I had evolved into the adult I am now. My 21st birthday? Nah, didn't felt quite so. Afterall I was still dependent on my parents for financial aid since I was still a university undergrad back then.
Well I suppose it really depends how one defines 'being an adult' ..
My mum always tells us until we got married and have our own family, she will always consider us her kiddos. And real independence will only be granted when we have a "Mrs" to our name.
Huh? Really mum? What if I never become a Mrs?
Adulthood comes with responsibilities. The adult is expected to be mature and sensible, everything a child is not, and is entitled to.
Childlike innocence, being naive and gullible, being dependent etc.
Do we really give up our "child-rights" the moment we waltzed into adulthood?
The irony of it all. I wished I had cherished my child-like years of privilege more. I wished I had 'utilised' my "child-rights" more.
Lesson learnt?
Always cherish and enjoy the stage of life I am currently at. The next stage of life will come in due course. I just have to enjoy the present and the transition as it comes along!
That being said, what's the next stage of life? Being a Mrs?
No matter how I saw it, being an adult was all good and no bad! (so I thought?)
And so I eagerly anticipated. And the rest was history.
I guess there was never quite a defining moment when one really turns into an adult, or feel adult-ish. I know I don't. I cannot pinpoint a moment in my life when I felt I had evolved into the adult I am now. My 21st birthday? Nah, didn't felt quite so. Afterall I was still dependent on my parents for financial aid since I was still a university undergrad back then.
Well I suppose it really depends how one defines 'being an adult' ..
My mum always tells us until we got married and have our own family, she will always consider us her kiddos. And real independence will only be granted when we have a "Mrs" to our name.
Huh? Really mum? What if I never become a Mrs?
Adulthood comes with responsibilities. The adult is expected to be mature and sensible, everything a child is not, and is entitled to.
Childlike innocence, being naive and gullible, being dependent etc.
Do we really give up our "child-rights" the moment we waltzed into adulthood?
The irony of it all. I wished I had cherished my child-like years of privilege more. I wished I had 'utilised' my "child-rights" more.
Lesson learnt?
Always cherish and enjoy the stage of life I am currently at. The next stage of life will come in due course. I just have to enjoy the present and the transition as it comes along!
That being said, what's the next stage of life? Being a Mrs?
posted by Shazza at Thursday, July 28, 2005
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