on being an adult.

i just need to write.  it'll probably be more like a ramble.  i miss writing.  i just put together two of my past blog books [through blurb.  they are the best.] and i realized how uneventful my blogging has become.  most of the times i feel it's because my life has become boring.  reading books and teaching 13 years old and hanging out with my husband isn't what everyone wants to read about.  i don't even take that many pictures.  but this blog isn't for you, really.  it's for me.  for my family.  for those one-day children who will look back at those books and the college years of their parents.  i hope they'll laugh, and maybe even cry.  i hope they will feel inspired and learn from our mistakes.
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i was in the car with my mom a couple weeks ago.  she started off a conversation with, "i'm telling you this because you're an adult..."  since when did i become an adult?  i don't know if i like this whole adult thing.  being an adult is hard.  bills, tough situations, learning to deal.  but then, i go to school and i realize that maybe being 13 was harder... and i quickly find myself saying, 'i love being an adult.'
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a book i read this summer said, "families are sticky."  more often than not lately i've repeated that line to myself.  i think this is true for every single family out there.  but just think, even the best kind of syrup is sticky, right?
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sometimes just because you are the adult, doesn't mean you know it all.  [this applies to me, myself and i.]  my poor students this past week suffered the wrath of "grumpy mrs. asay."  one of them even told me i was mean.  [ha]  but sometimes we tell ourselves, i'm the adult here, i'm in charge, i know what i'm doing.  boy, how wrong we are.  mostly they needed more love, patience and kindness.  shooting to do better this week.
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it's okay to cry.
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friends matter.  we need people.  old or young, boy or girl.  an old friend sent me a message on facebook the other day.  she said, "...i just wanted to say thank you and to know that i am here for you if you ever need a shoulder to lean on or an ear to vent to.  i know we have never been besties or anything--and you have those people in your life.  but i mean it genuinely when i say connection is why we are here and i would happy to be connected with you if you ever needed it."  people need people.  thanks ali.
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and then you realize that being an adult means paying your cavity bills and remembering to put the scraper in your car...  where's the fast pass to childhood?!