I usually look around for an adult when my son is misbehaving.
It’s like I’m the babysitter waiting for the sage parents to come home and properly parent.
Then, I could go home and be properly parented by my adults.
I thought having a child would be my prerequisite for feeling like an adult.
“When I have a child, I will feel like an adult.”
But I didn’t. I don’t.
Where are the omnipresent wisdom, the pantsuits, the financial security, maturity, self-confidence, autonomy, clear decision-making, practicality, belief that I know what the heck I’m talking about… and cocktail parties? Where have all the cocktail parties gone?
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