Being a grown up

I've had a few moments over the last few days (maybe weeks) when I have reminisced to the days of my childhood when I didn't have to worry about "grown-up stuff." I've wished for the biggest decisions of my day to be whether to have Lucky Charms or Fruity Pebbles for breakfast. My teenage years even look pretty worry-free in hindsight. When all else failed, I could count on someone encouraging me towards a specific decision - not telling me what to do, however.

Time passes, life goes on, and I find myself not enjoying certain parts of being a grown-up, although I spent all those years wishing to be one. My husband and I have some major decisions in front of us and I simply have to face the fact that some things aren't black and white. There are shades of gray, yellow, green, blue, pink, and perhaps puce. These are our decisions and no one is going to tell us what to do. Sometimes we just have to suck it up, whether we like it or not, and be grown ups. After all, we're going to be responsible for someone else very soon.