I still have this fear of the “grown up.” I don’t know if it will ever go away. This fear doesn’t seem to apply to issues concerning ethics or morals. No, it is only about the little transgressions.
Friday, Margo and I took the little ones to Gagdonalds.* My two year old can be a little unnerved by the giant habitrail. So, I kicked off my shoes and climbed on in.** Once I got over the hair and general stickiness, I had fun teaching him how to climb to reach the slide. The lady in charge of sweeping the play area caught me coming down the slide and I received a nasty look. Immediately I switched into child mode and was ready to put my shoes on and go home. Is this just some neurotic weirdness of my own creation? Do these feelings fade, or are they ingrained? I never want to lose a sense of fun, but I would not mind if the nagging “You’re going to get in soooo much trouble” voice took a hike.
*As soon as it is no longer four hundred degrees in the shade, we will consider a change of venue. As it stands, we’ve been trying to get out of the house more.
**Yes, it’s just as disgusting as one would assume. I disinfect the children as soon as we get home. Still, we had a nasty stomach bug rip through our house over the weekend.
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At least for me, that feeling faded eventually. The older you get, the less you give a shit what other people think.
lol The more kids you have the less you give a shit.
I don’t know, Heather. I’m in my thirties and married and still don’t feel like a grown up. I wish I did. Your experience seems foreign to me; though I’d gladly trade places. 🙂
growing up is over-rated. Next time it happens, give the scowly person a great big smile and keep on playing 🙂
aw, no biggie. I once got a fortune cookie that read “when you feel too old to do a thing, do it.” Good advice(for a stupid fortune cookie). Did you notice I was up in that thing the week before? 😉
My mantra as a retired person is:
“I may get older but I’ll always be immature.”
I felt the same way you did yesterday when I made my car-line faux pas and the car-line lady was like, “What are doing?” and giving me that disapproving look. I felt like I was the first-grader instead of my daughter!
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