When I was younger, I thought Adult Cindy would…

1.) never tire of running to a ringing phone to see who might be calling;
2.) never be boring like Mom and Dad and order duck designs on checks;
3.) not be one of those meanie grownups who dislike children.

I think I may be wrong on all three accounts. The first, because I find myself laying listless sometimes as the phone rings, and I’m thinking, “There can’t be anyone calling who’s important or interesting enough that’ll make it worthwhile for me to get up right now.” The second, because I just wrote a standard designless checkered background check to pay my cell phone bill and not only is this the first set of checks I’ve had (since the first book of free checks you get for opening the account) that’s not some cool or cute personalized design, but I don’t even care that this check is boring and doesn’t say a thing about me, because it’s free. (I had a bad experience with ordering specialty checks that has now convinced me to be content with the bank’s free and hassle-free ones, boring as they are. You can read about the bad experience here and the update here.) The third, I’m not really sure about; people like Jordan, Dwaine and my gym trainee have said that it’s not that I don’t like kids per se, I just dislike unruly undisciplined kids in public. That may be true, because this past weekend I met a little toddler girl who’s well-behaved, quiet, and happy. She melted my heart. Mr. W and I had gone over to his kids’ mom’s house to pick the kids up, and mom’s sister was there with her toddler. The little girl was playing on the stairs, so Mr. W walked up and picked her up lest she fall to her death. Bringing her down, he walked toward me and I reached out a finger to the little curly-haired girl and said, “Hi!” She actually stretched out her open hands and arms toward me, and leaned toward me. “Awww!” I said as I took her from him. She giggled at me.

So what kind of expectations did you guys have of your grownup selves when you were kids? Did they come true?