"But I don't want to be an adult."

Tom reminded me that my birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks.

Ugh! Please don't remind me of that.

I really, really, really don't want to be thirty.

Thirty.

Ugh!!!

I know, I know... thirty isn't old anymore. Tom told me the same thing and then said, "You won't be a kid anymore. You will finally be an adult."

That is when I screamed out the title of this post.

"Okay Logan," was his reply.

Logan had been crying to me earlier, saying that he always wanted to be a kid. He did not want to grow up and become an adult.

"Adults don't get to play with their friends!” he said with tears rolling down his cheeks.

I tried to convince him that he wasn't going to be an adult for a very, very long time, but even that was too soon for him.

"Believe me Logan," I said, "when you are older you will want to be an adult."

I was remembering being seventeen and freshly graduated from high school. I was so ready to leave everything behind and venture out on my own. I wanted to be an adult then.

I suppose I still want to be an adult now. I don't want to go back to curfews, homework and asking permission to drive the car. I enjoy my freedom. I enjoy my life. I enjoy my family. I enjoy being an adult. I do.

There is just something about your twenties.

I am reluctant to leave them behind.