For my girls (and a little bit for me), PART 13

13. What’s the hardest part of growing up?

For me, the hardest part of growing up was realizing we can’t all be rockstar ballerinas with political aspirations and a writing/photography career on the weekends. Sometimes you have to be the person who works in the office. The world needs all types, and I have finally come to the realization that what I do from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. has little to no bearing on who I am.

It’s what I do to get the money required to get the things we need and do the things we want to do the other 15 hours of the day. The end.

For you girls, so far the hardest part of growing up seems to be realizing that the world isn’t a fair place. You live in a society that says you deserve a trophy just for showing up, and you have grown accustomed to significant amounts of praise for the smallest things you do.

Don’t get me wrong – I think each of you deserve to be applauded for every breath you take because your mere presence on this Earth is a miracle.

But to the world, you are just another person, and that’s a lot to grasp at your age. Our tenderhearted Sarah is six and has already had some tough lessons about fairness and friendship. At three years old, Aubrey is starting to learn that she can’t get by with whatever she wants just because she dials up the emotional appeal in those big blue eyes. Zoey’s only lesson so far is that Mama doesn’t lose in a battle of wills. Ever.

The world is unfair. It can be downright cruel. And just when you think you have a handle on it, it changes.

As a child, your world is populated with brightly animated cartoons, good guys who always win and marry-the-prince-live-in-a-big-castle dreams. As an adolescent, your world becomes populated with awkwardness and snarky classmates who judge your every move. As a young adult, your world is a barrage of potentially Life-altering choices – college, relationships, career. Then the fun really begins when you start worrying over bills, children and an infinite number of other commitments.

However, realizing the world isn’t fair doesn’t mean you have to feel like it is out to get you. The world can be a beautiful place with limitless possibilities. It isn’t always fair or easy, but it is always full of one thing that evens the playing field – choices. How you choose to react and to proceed through this thing called Life is up to you.

Like your Life? Good.

Don’t like it? Change it.

How it turns out is up to you. Fair or not, that’s how it is.


About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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