That means I'll soon be 62 cause I was almost 21 when he was born. When he was born I thought I was an adult and I guess according to our laws that govern us I was. Young men of 18 were then and are now going to war so why wouldn't I be an adult at 20. After all, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy.
Children don't do that, or do they? Yes, women have been forced to take on that monstrous responsibility while still innocent children playing with their dolls.
Perhaps the question should be how mature was I? For that matter how mature am I today?
According to the dictionary maturity is a noun that means "full development; perfected condition". Now we are really in big doo doo. My body may be fully developed but my brain just never seemed to have attained that status and it certainly has never been perfected in any manner what so ever.
I have been capable of raising a family, holding respected positions on church counsels, holding down a much desired job in the financial world, and oh so many other things that would point to me as a responsible adult and yet I know deep in my heart that I am still terribly immature.
Here I am in the prime of my life asking myself how does one reach that coveted status of adulthood known as mature? I fear I will never know for I will always lack the sophistication that seems to be needed to attain that lofty position.
My new mantra: Life is short. Live accordingly.
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