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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Hot Stuff

I thought I was hot stuff the minute I earned my first pay check.

I spent half a summer telemarketing and I hated every second of it, but the pay check at the end of each week was awesome. It made me believe that I didn't need anyone or anything to make it in the world. School schmool. As long as I could make money, I would be alright. At 17, that's what I thought it was all about.

The problem was I actually enjoyed school and I believed what my parents were telling me: I could make a lot more money if I had an education. Win-win!

I thought I was hot stuff the moment I graduated from high school.

I thought the friends I had then, I'd be friends with forever. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life and was completely full of myself. In reality, I didn't have a clue in my head who I was or what my place in the world would be.

Luckily there was college... the epitome of hot suff!

I partied my ass off, attended class most days (as long as they didn't interfere with my soaps), changed my major four times, held a part time job and thought I was learning everything I'd ever need to know about the world around me.

Now that I had a degree under my belt, I quickly found out I was more lost than ever.

No longer having school to fall back on, it was time to get a real job... a career.

I accepted the first $22,000/year job offered to me and felt very much like an adult. I was making decisions left and right about my life; how to spend my time, money and energy, I was paying rent and choosing where to shop, vacation and whether to call it a night or have another drink, knowing full well that I'd be hung over in the morning as I sat in a mandatory meeting.

But by golly, finally I was an adult!

Or so I thought.

I gained years, perspective and experience, but it wasn't until almost 12 years later, when I had my son that I truly felt like a grown up.

It wasn't until I was responsible for another person's health, safety, well being and comfort, that I felt grown up.

It wasn't until I loved to my heart's fullest capacity that I grew up.

I can go from zero to irate in less than 38 seconds so while I may still be working on my maturity level, I am definitely a grown up now and my son thinks I'm hot stuff!

This post was written for Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop, Prompt 1.) The moment I realized I was a grown up, inspired by...(drum roll, please) yours truly! Thanks, Kat. :)

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Blogger Jessica said...

Funny how having a child changes our lives.

Sometimes I still don't feel like an adult (which is why I couldn't write your prompt).

April 13, 2011 at 9:49 PM  
Blogger Queen Mahin said...

Hi! Visiting from Mama Kat's... I also don't necessarily feel like an adult, although I suppose I am one. I used to have a little girl who thought I was hot stuff, but now I have a middle-schooler who thinks I am totally embarrassing. :)

April 13, 2011 at 10:04 PM  
Blogger Jennifer Hammitt said...

Love this. I had many of these same feelings when I was younger. Great job.

April 13, 2011 at 10:10 PM  
Blogger Erin said...

You are hot stuff!! But I agree, I think once I actually became responsible for another human being's well being....I didn't really grow up!

April 13, 2011 at 10:14 PM  
Anonymous Miel Abeille said...

Such a relatable post! I feel like I'll be a "hot stuff" child until a child in my life makes me become a grown up.

April 14, 2011 at 12:00 AM  
Blogger Elena said...

Having a child always changes your reality, that's for sure! I used to think the friends I had in high school, were the friends I'd have forever too.

April 14, 2011 at 3:00 AM  
Blogger Dana @ WhatWereWeThinking? said...

Okay, you are the first person I've come across that did telemarketing in high school, too (other than the girl I worked with!).

April 14, 2011 at 4:54 AM  
Blogger waytenmom said...

I enjoyed your post!! One of the beauties of having a boy is that he will think you're HOT STUFF a lot longer than a girl would. At least that's how my deal is going with a 14 year old daughter and an 11 year old boy!

April 14, 2011 at 4:58 AM  
Blogger Jenna said...

so much truth in your post today, i felt so many of those same things. and i agree that I felt more grown up than ever, despite the schooling and job having, when I gave birth to my first child.

April 14, 2011 at 6:10 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

I totally agree with this. Nothing like having kids to make us really feel grown up and responsible, even when we already thought we knew it all.

April 14, 2011 at 6:18 AM  
Anonymous Not a Winning Mom said...

I still don't feel quite grown up, even with a husband and two boys. Visiting from the writers workshop

April 14, 2011 at 8:29 AM  
Blogger JDaniel4's Mom said...

I think when they told us we could take JDaniel home from the hospital we felt very much like adults.

April 14, 2011 at 8:52 AM  
Anonymous Heidi Smith Luedtke -- LeadingMama said...

I found the same thing. I waited to have kids til I was 37 and still didn't feel grown up til I had my son. And even now, I feel like a kid when I visit my own parents. Family colors everything.

April 14, 2011 at 12:22 PM  
Anonymous Cam - Bibs and Baubles said...

it's so true. knowing i have a huge responsibility for another human being and what that means - made me know I was really a grown up.

April 14, 2011 at 12:53 PM  
OpenID theworkinghousewife said...

Love this! :) It's funny how we think we're so grown-up when we are young, and years later we realize how silly we were.

April 14, 2011 at 2:24 PM  
Blogger Sherri said...

There are still many days I don't feel like a grown-up, at the age of 46! So I totally get this....loved it!

April 17, 2011 at 8:49 PM  
Blogger Rebel Chick said...

I didn't really feel like an adult until my kid started rolling her eyes at me. LOL

April 18, 2011 at 8:59 AM  

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