Adulting

I like this term “adult-ing.”  It is the act of being an adult.  It is not the bliss or the tantrum of childhood.  It is not so much being cared for as being the care-giver, the responsible one.  Some of us like being considered an adult when it suits us.  “Treat me like an adult,” we might say to someone who is dissing us.  But at times we are “grown up” physically, but are being treated as children because we might be acting childish.  This is not the same as child-like in wisdom literature.  We cannot have it both ways, acting childish but wanting to be treated as an adult.  If we are whining, self-centered, blaming, and pouting, then we won’t get “respect.”  And if we are acting childish when we are supposed to be taking care of a real child, this is disaster.  It is hard to be an adult, and often a thankless task.  It is OK to have a few “Poor me,” feelings, but we cannot act on them.
Adults have to suck it up a lot of times.  But the world would be in such a worse mess if there are not enough adults in it, being adults.