Maturing Young

Daily Prompt: All Grown Up

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

Now this is an interesting topic to talk about… Or should I say, write about? I’m still not sure if blogging counts as writing or or talking but let’s not talk/write about this now. It will take away from the topic at hand and I don’t think that would justify it. Mental reminder to do write about this some other time.

Growing up as the eldest out of five siblings, I had to grow up pretty early and pick up things pretty darn quickly. I enjoyed the responsibility because it made me feel grown up. Let’s be honest, feeling grown up comes high on the list of things that please a child.

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoyed watching my cartoons and colouring books (Not saying I don’t still do now) but the attention I got from my parent’s was better than anything. It also meant being rewarded with extra gifts.

All I had to do was baby-sit. I didn’t have to change any diapers or anything but I had to ensure they were safe, fed and entertained. There were times this was frustrating, especially when there were four of them aged between 1 and 8. At this time I was 11 and already well-trained in the art and my younger sister at eight-years-old was a handy assistant. (She didn’t mind the diapers)

So I was practically a young adult in terms of responsibility even at the tender age of 11. Truth be told, I had felt like a grown-up for most of my life having to be the responsible one ever since my younger sister came into this world. She was more the naughty one and I was always the sensible older brother.

I had to set an example to the younger ones on how to behave and that I did pretty well in my opinion. It’s just a darn shame they couldn’t follow my example of excellency.

The prompt at hand asks when the first time that I can remember was that I felt grown up. I would have to say, it was after the birth of my younger brother. There were three years between my sister and I. It felt more like I had a sidekick than the responsibility of being an elder brother. With the birth of my brother, I felt more protective of him and I felt I was more responsible as I cradled him in my arms. I would have to say it was at that for the first time I felt grown up.

Unfortunately, now I run as far away from responsibility as I can and I don’t feel as old as I used to when I was younger. Perhaps the day I have kids of my own will that sense of responsibility return and that’s when I will truly become grown up.

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