Emerging Adulthood

I think I have Peter Pan syndrome or something. I've been wondering about this being an adult business a lot lately. How do you know when you are one?

Is it when you can do your own taxes? I did that for the first time this year but had to call my dad twice. I'm pretty sure that means I'm still not an adult.

What about getting haircuts by yourself? I use to always want my mom to be there to ensure that nothing bad happened, meaning no repeats of the feathered mullet.

I remember the early days of eyebrow plucking. My mom would sit on the couch and I would lay with my head in her lap and she would pluck ever so slowly, one hair at a time. I was convinced I could never do it myself. Well, I'm proud to say I've been plucking my own eyebrows for years now.

The most exciting news around these parts is that I bought a car and Janine bought a house. It has been quite entertaining to share in each others excitement and nerves as we made these big purchases. Did we make plenty of calls home to mom and dad, sure did. But in the end we researched and prayed and talked things through and then went for it.

No matter how grown up the decisions may be, I have a feeling I will always want to just curl up under a blanket and call my mom. Maybe its all about not admitting when you feel scared witless. Maybe like eyebrow plucking, what was once incredibly painful and seemingly impossible, turns out to be quite doable in the end.