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I HATE being a grown-up

I HATE being a grown-up

hi mama,

Throughout your 20s and for most of your 30s, those who love and are loved by you, will often bear witness to your weary lament. Time after time you'll exclaim with a sigh, "I HATE being a grown-up." You'll hate being a grown-up as you trudge, reluctantly and anxiously to another degree-level exam. You'll hate it as you steel yourself for another presentation to dour-faced, Board members. You'll silently, confirm your disdain as you feign enthusiasm at another dreadful Away Day. You'll hate it as you grimace your way awkwardly through small talk during another smear test. You'll curse the burdens of adulthood as you work through reams of life admin for yet another flat move. You'll be embittered by that sinking Sunday evening feeling when another weekend of free time comes to a close. You'll huff as you set the alarm that will rudely awaken and send you out to join the glum commuter army on rainy, winter Monday mornings. You'll puff with indignation at an infuriating 'underpaid tax' letter. You'll pause with regret as you fork out hard-earned cash on uniformly drab, 'work wear'. Every time the maturity required to plough on through life's irritations and private dreads is put to the test, you'll hanker for the relative simplicity of youth and chime: "I hate being a grown-up."

But, fear not! In a few short years you'll make the ever so grown-up and daunting decision to build a family of your own. And when you do, you'll embark on an epic adventure of self discovery. You'll relish the freedom and liberty parenthood affords you, to throw off the dull shackles of maturity. You'll blow raspberries with abandon. You'll paddle and splash barefoot in icy northern seas. You'll throw snowballs with glee, you'll ice cakes, you'll squeal and skip, you'll hula and 'boo!'. You'll sing your way carelessly down busy streets with swinging hands, you'll smile ever more readily. You'll be delighted to 'spot' the moon and regularly sport party hats. You'll eye spy, you'll colour and stick. You'll giggle helplessly at 'bum burps'. You'll do all this and more... And as you do, you'll discover a newfound LOVE for being a grown-up. You'll love being THEIR grown-up.

Laura

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