Have you ever heard the expression “They are not acting their age”?
Worse, has it ever been said to you?
It’s an odd, meaningless one, if you think about it.
It’s not like there is a definition of how someone should act at a certain age.
Perhaps unconsciously we have a vague idea about it.
In some cases, we might even have a common understanding of it.
We all agree that it is normal that babies cry for no reason, wear their diapers and suck their mother’s breast until one day they become toddlers.
Suddenly they become too old for all of that that and they are more interested in playing with their schoolmates.
At this stage, boys are still gross and girls are yukky.
Until that one fine day when puberty hits us.
I remember that beginning of my teenage years like it was yesterday.
Suddenly, I started crying again for no reason and had to wear a “diaper” again a few days a month.
Boys probably wanted to do that thing they did with their mother’s breast, but now just a girl around their age.
So basically, we skip a few years and then become “mature babies” again?
When I was 14, the law required me to get my own passport.
“Now you are a real grown up, you’d better act like one”, my dad winked.
I wasn’t really sure what that exactly entailed.
I always assumed it had to with being independent.
Financially, mentally and physically.
And I was none of that. Not in the full extend at least.
I was not the “typical teenager” either.
I didn’t live in a student flat.
I didn’t go to parties.
I never kissed a guy.
Despite my parents told me to loosen up a bit and act like other teenagers, they also were the ones that prohibited me from doing all that.
And I was one of those weirdo’s who simply didn’t care, because I’d have fallen asleep at 9PM on the couch anyhow.
Then I finished university, started living on my own and experienced independence for the first time.
A whole new world opened for me.
I went out dancing. I went on dates. I shared a living space with people.
And then my parents gave me another preach of me not acting my age.
They expected that in these years I’d become serious about life.
That “wild” period lasted for a little over a year until I transformed in my regular self again.
And that only emphasized when I met Jasper.
We are basically now grandma and grandpa who even on a Saturday night are in bed before 10 PM.
This weekend we decided to do something adventurous however.
We attended a concert.
Crazy. I know.
This particular music was mainly popular in the 80’s and early 90’s, so most of the audience looked like they were teenagers in that time.
Now there’s a few things I expect of myself when I am nearing my 50’s, but dancing around in low cut shirt, tight jeans and unapologetically flirt with just about anyone when my husband is not watching, is not one of them.
I have heard that people around this age could have a midlife crisis, but I never really witnessed it.
Despite me possibly being the youngest in the room, I felt way older than most of them.
But then again, how do we define someone acting older than their age? 😉
And here is the 29 year old me, acting totally my age 😉
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What do you think about the phrase “acting your own age”?
Do you act your own age?
Or do you feel younger or older than most people your age? Elaborate!