I’ve decided that being an adult isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’ve been thinking about this as I watch my oldest daughter, who is on the verge of turning 18, trying to come to grips with what being an adult looks like. I remember that pull to leave home, take responsibility for myself, and make my own way. I remember struggling with why I believe what I believe and if I really believe what I’ve said I do. I remember making compromises that never should have been made and standing firm on things that were insignificant at best.
Walking into the world of adulthood is tough.
So is living in it.
There are endless responsibilities. Laundry, meals, bills, cleaning, not to mention raising little people who are counting on you for pretty much everything. There are decisions that have to be made every 20 seconds and a simple yes or no question can turn into a lengthy debate that involves words like “moral fortitude” and “eternal ramifications.”
This adult thing is hard. As grownups, we’re supposed to know stuff. We’re supposed to be in control and know when to relinquish it. We’re expected to make rules, and know when to change them. We’re told to be present until it’s time to step aside. We’re supposed to know the answers to not just the easy questions, but the hard ones, too. The ones that we wrestled with back in the day and then came to grips with not ever fully understanding.
The truth is, it’s not just being an adult that is hard. Life is hard. It’s full of endless decisions and questions we may never know the answer to while we walk on this earth.
One thing I know for sure…I know the One who has the answers.
I know the One who knows the plan.
I know the One who has written the end of the story.
And for now, that is enough.