HOW I NAMED MY BLOG

I was on the phone with my 80 something Mom telling her about my week, which I thot had been unusually challenging. Some days/weeks seem to defy one's own wisdom and endurance, even in your 50's and I was looking forward to a little sympathy along with maybe some sage advice.
I was shocked at what came out of my mother's mouth! She said, "Well, honey, that is what adults do."
Now I am telling you, this was not some 20 something looking for sympathy over a broken fingernail. I am in my 50s you know...why, other people come to ME for advice.
I felt like I had come to her on fire and she threw gasoline on me.

The funny thing though is that my husband and I say this to each other now, esp. when mulling over why we have to respond to yet another situation with grace, maturity, and endurance...sometimes biting our tongues until the grooves bleed, rather than saying that thing that is screaming inside our heads.

So if you find yourself doing things that require; the commitment of a new mother, the patience of Job, the perserverence of a saint, nerves of steel, and the restraint of a bomb specialist, it is probably a very adult move in the maturist sense of the word because, "That's what adults do."