Shocking

Sometimes, I'm just walking around minding my own business, going through the day when suddenly I am gripped with a shocking realization: I am an adult! That's not exactly breaking news, I know. But every once and a while it hits me like a ton of bricks. The responsibility of running a home, paying all kinds of bills, and...this one's a big one...caring for two small children that rely on me to meet almost every single need of their every waking hour is staring me right in the face. Of course, I have another adult here with me to help with all these things, but how and when did all of this happen? I remember the day I took each child home from the hospital. I was dumbfounded at how easily a helpless infant was sent home with me. How do they know I am going to take good care of this baby? It doesn't seem fair to just nonchalantly ship a baby home with its parents without first running extensive tests, background checks, and home analysis. I guess it's just assumed that the average adult is going to take decent care of their child. Here I am almost 30 years old, and it continues to dawn on me every so often that I am not in high school anymore. I am not in someone else's care, I actually have two in MY care now. Every little decision I make contributes to the smooth running of this life Cody and I are carving out for ourselves and our children. That's a lot of responsibility. It may seem like I am blowing it out of proportion, I mean, people all over the planet are doing the same thing. How hard can it be? Maybe it's not the difficulty of it all that amazes me, just the fact that here it has happened in my own life. Somehow I passed into responsibility, imperfect person that I am, entrusted with so much, and it is stunning.