If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?
All children want to grow up. They look forward to being that next year older. One of my grandsons, about to turn five, said he wanted to skip five and go right to six 🙂
Children crave the autonomy of adulthood, believing they’ll know how to solve every problem, always know the right answer, never have to take orders. What a shock it is when they begin to understand that some things never change.
Adolescence is an interesting concept. It comes from a root word meaning to burn, or to kindle. If you’ve ever been, raised, or taught an adolescent, you know there’s a lot of fire going on during those years, specifically between 15 and 21. It’s also interesting to know that the brain doesn’t develop much during those years. For young men, especially, the frontal lobe isn’t fully integrated until they’re about 25. That’s decision-making, mood, and impulse control.
The idea that adolescents need special handling didn’t really take root in America until the early 1900’s. Before that, they were young people, young adults who were expected to contribute to the family, carry their part of the workload, and continue to learn to be respectful, dependable adults. Entitlement wasn’t part of the vocabulary yet. Teens weren’t given any special permission to be rotten just because they were teens. They, too, looked forward to becoming full-fledged adults, to moving out of their parents’ house, and being on their own. There were no government mandates that said they could stay on their parents’ health insurance until they were 26.
Why 26, anyway? Seems like an arbitrary number, but that’s a whole different topic. Maybe someday I’ll write about it. I have a friend whose promiscuous daughter has turned her back on everything they taught her, yet she still files her numerous medical bills on their insurance. She has no respect for them; she has more than one STD, she lives dependent upon whoever will feed her and give her a bed. But she’s entitled to their health insurance for a couple more years. Go figure. Her parents are required by law to help subsidize her horrendous lifestyle, and there’s not a thing they can do about it.
Anyway. Hot button there.
Bottom line? I would choose to be an adult. I love being a “senior” adult, whatever that may mean. Even though there are physical problems that come with age, I would not go back for anything in the world, unless I could have the wisdom of age paired with the energy and health of youth.
There are many rewards for a life well-lived. Grandchildren top the list.
My husband and I have always been faithful to each other, so there are no regrettable behaviors to muddy up our relationship. We aren’t wealthy by any means, but we have enough, and we are content. I really would be content to be at exactly the stage of life I am right now forever, if that were possible.
But I’m glad it’s not. I look forward to heaven, and to being with the Lord I love and serve for all eternity. That’s my forever.