Wendy was grown up. You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than other girls.”J.M. Barrie
For a month with 5 weeks in it, November went by so fast for me. I set out like I planned, to do some “adulting” (I’ve grown to not like this term), mix in some “kidding” (I’m still ok with this one, since I made it up) and write.
I did things this month like refinance my car loan, built furniture and purchased new car insurance. I visited my alma mater, Ohio Northern, to remember the past, make peace with my present and think about the future (a little heavy-handed, I know).
Wendy doesn’t want to grow up. It’s a big deal to leave the nursery and get her own room. She’s already a pretty responsible kid, so that’s not really the issue. I think it’s the fear of the change. So, when Peter gives her the opportunity to stay the same and escape, she takes him up on it.
Neverland isn’t all that Wendy wanted it to be.
1. The mermaids aren’t so great.
2. Tink is rude
3. Make believe is fun, but Wendy isn’t Peter Pan, where make believe is real. Eventually, it gets kind of old.
On Thanksgiving, we visited my 94-year-old grandmother. Her memory isn’t so great, her pain is real, and her life consists of a small room and a recliner. I felt true anger and not a little bit of fear.
What’s the point of it all, if this is how we end up? Being so confused all the time must feel so lonely and the pain has to be, well, a pain.
Have I ever mentioned that sometimes I focus too much on the negative?
I admire Wendy because in the end, she makes peace with growing up and all the change it will bring. She’s ready for it. We can’t stay the same and we can’t be kids forever, but we can go back and remember. We can still enjoy and experience things like we did when we were children. We can fear getting old, but maybe there’s adventure in that too.
So, here’s to adventure, whether it be in Neverland or right here in the every day. Find a little faith, trust and maybe some of that pixie dust.
P.S. I did end up writing a little bit this month. Not like I had planned (and this month is a little short on blog posts), but I got to add a little make believe in what I did write and it was a lot of fun.