As I have shared several times already, I am 49 years old. I’d say that is pretty grown, right? And yet certain things seem to make me feel more ‘adult’ than others. Like today for instance, when my new refrigerator showed up. Let me give you just a quick timeline; married at 20, purchased first home at 22, welcomed our first child at 23. However, my first time really feeling like an adult was when I turned 25. Why in the world was it a number that made me feel this way instead of the milestones?
Flash forward, we moved to our current home at 29 and are still here to this day. This is where we want to retire and live ’til the Lord calls us home! Simple! This past summer we did ALOT of upgrades. We got new appliances, built a new deck, got new windows and doors, whoo that was crazy! We also got that new pool I mentioned a blog or so back, that made this Momma very happy. Well, due to Covid 19 everything took so much longer, everything. We ordered (and paid for) a refrigerator June 5th and it came today October 14th.
I was cleaning up a nasty rotting pumpkin off the porch as that big, beautiful, box truck pulled into my driveway. I was squealing inside! Then gentlemen took the old one out and brought the new one in. We tested the water line, IT WORKED, and then he told me to dump the first full bucket of ice once it filled. That made me sad because we haven’t had a working ice maker in a couple of years, but I can wait.
As I loaded all of the items back into the frig I strangely felt that little feeling of being an adult. I’ve been an adult for a very long time, but standing there looking at that appliance, there it was, I’m really grown. It also probably had something to do with my whole entire body starting to feel all of the bending and lifting and walking that I had done to prep for this wonderful delivery. So as I popped my ibuprophen and applied my special essential oil for pain, I definitely know that adulthood has sunk in, I don’t need to doubt it ever again, and I am actually, really okay with it.