I have "officially" been an adult for 24 years.
I admit that sometimes I feel old, but I don't usually feel like a "Grownup".
Maybe it's because I am the youngest person in my office. I dunno.
But this morning. . . .
After dropping my littles off to school, I was heading to work down a busy avenue.
Two tweeny girls were walking to school. I knew they were tweens because they were both dressed exactly alike -- and they obviously weren't sisters. I should say that they were both accessorized exactly alike, as they were wearing the requisite white-polo-khaki-pants uniform. They each wore pink hoodies, identical pink sketchers and carried identical Justin backpacks. They each wore their hair tied in a pink chongo on top of their heads. They walked with that self-conscious gait that tweens have. They were cute.
Then, one of them tosses her Red-Bull can on the ground.
Were you born in a BARN?
Without thinking, I pulled my car into the median, rolled down the window, and in my best MOM voice, yelled:
"Sweetie! Pick up that can you dropped! Find a trash can and throw it away. I KNOW you know better."
Slightly chagrined, Tween picked it up. Good girl.
MOM voice said: "Thank you, honey. Have a good day, okay?"
It was a reminder that I am.
I am a GROWNUP.
Kids have to listen to me.
I can boss them around if I want.
All I have to do is use that voice that all my mom's friends used on me when I was a kid. Mrs. Klumb, Mrs. McHugh, Mrs. Kennedy, Mrs. Reeves. All the great ladies of my youth were with me as I gently but firmly corrected a young lady.
Sure, they can cuss & smoke and do rebellious things when I am not there. Sure, Tween might have tossed the can back on the ground as soon as I left.
But I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt.
She knows she has to listen to a grownup.