Interesting question: when did you first feel like an adult?
First response: do I yet?
Second: when Ruth said to me, just before I left for college, “You know, you’ll only be visiting from now on when you come home.”
Third: when Ann Buck died and Robin and I were helping plan and prepare the funeral luncheon. We looked at each other and said, Life just got real. life’s not all fun [and games] anymore.
Fourth: when I was 18 and a Girl Scout leader at Day Camp for a week at Singing Hills. The traditional Thursday night sleepover at camp, and I was petrified, alone in the dark. I suddenly realized all the girls were sleeping soundly because I was there. I don’t think I slept a wink that night.
Fifth: one day I when Eva was in high school, I was at Dexter High School and there was a tornado warning. We all moved to the ground floor and the kids were all sitting against the walls. I was afraid, and then realized I had to be a leader should the tornado hit. At that point truly an internal change came over me; my fears became secondary and I was mentally and emotionally prepared to lead should it be necessary.
