Sometimes I swear I’m talking to a 20-year old when I have conversations with my daughter (who will turn eight in less than two weeks). She honestly says some things that are beyond her years. And then she’ll let out a whoop and swear the aliens are coming in the near future. I try my best to reconcile the fact that this is the same person. Regardless, today we had one of those really good talks, this time about growing up…
Lexi: When will I be a grown up?
Me: When you don’t have to ask me that question anymore.
Me: Never mind.
Lexi: No, tell me!
Me: What I’m trying to say is that you’ll know it. No need to try and speed it up.
Lexi: But I want to be grown up now!
Me: Don’t rush it. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Lexi: When I’m an adult I can have my own daughters and give them money.
Me: Are you asking me for money?
Lexi: [laughing] Well, there is this one doll I want…
Me: You don’t even play with dolls.
Lexi: I would play with THIS doll.
Me: And that proves you’re not an adult yet.
Lexi: Adults play with dolls. I’ve seen it.
Me: You saw nothing.
Me: Never mind.
Lexi: When I’m a grown up, I’m not giving my daughters bedtimes.
Me: So they’re going to stay up all night?
Lexi: Yes. And they’re going to have fun all the time.
Me: So you won’t be having fun.
Lexi: No, I’m going to have fun with them.
Me: [chuckling] You’ll see.
Lexi: See what?
Me: Being a grown up means having responsibilities. It’s not just about having fun.
Lexi: Is that why you don’t ever play with me?
Me: I do too play with you sometimes. I just can’t do it all the time.
Lexi: Being a grown up sucks.
Me: Well, we don’t use that word, but it’s not easy.
Lexi: I’m going to be a different kind of grown up.
Me: Good luck with that.