Man.O.Man

Why is it that when you are a little girl, living in a suburb of Dallas, growing up seems like such a grand time, and once you are all grown up, being a little girl in the suburb of Dallas seems like such a grand time?
Life is funny. I watch my children play and constantly hear them say things like, "Look, I'm getting bigger!" or, "Am I 5 1/2 yet?" and think, Man.O.Man, if you only knew what adulthood was like, you wouldn't be rushing to grow so quickly!
Now, my kids aren't growing up in a suburb of Dallas. They have the luxury of growing up in a suburb outside of Portland. I don't cram them into a Chevy hatchback and we don't go chasing hot air balloons at every chance we get (though there is one heck of a balloon festival each summer which I'm thrilled to be able to experience and share with them). They don't have a Linda Dacus to come home to after third grade lets out. I am married so they are in a house with both parents. All these differences, though, don't change that fact of (I guess) every childhood. When will I grow up?
Man.O.Man.