Turning 20 … Where’s my cane?

Well, Friday 13 was my 20th birthday.

I’m not sure how I feel about this turning of a new decade. I’ve already come across some pros, some cons, and some cons that sould be pros.

The sort of teenage silliness that I'm supposed to have grown out of! This is Prosh, a fundraising event done by students at the University of Western Australia. The man on my right is a fellow student and good sport!

Pro: I look a whole lot more respectable on paper now than I did last weekend. I know this for one big fat obvious reason – people reply to me. Over the last couple of weeks, I have been submitting papers near and far in order to get myself and Felix’s father a home loan. And without fail, it gets to the “Age of Applicant?” question…. Que my heart falling as I write the number “19”. I may as well have written “Don’t call me back, i’m too busy partying to repay my mortgage!” Well, I submitted a few more on Friday to get them in for review over the weekend, proudly typing the big two-oh into the age box. And hey presto! We had our first appointment made the very next day!

Another teenage trait I was supposed to grow out of - Dying my hair. This was the second last colouring, it took so long it deserved a photo.

Con: I can no longer play the teenager card. Why is your hair so many colours? Why so many piercings? Why so many high heeled shoes? Why so many Voks in your alcohol cupboard? The answer to all of these was previously quite simple – Well, what do you expect – I’m a teenager. Controversy is what I do best. But I find myself no longer able to use this excuse, now that I have reached the ripe old age of twenty. I am going to have to think up a better excuse than that I am just a little bit odd… any ideas?

Pro: I am no longer a teenage mama.Even though the actual age of my jump into parenting is unchanged, I suddenly sound much more respectable being a mum “in her twenties” than in her teens. Felix’s father is also happy about this change in social standing – He no longer sounds like a child molester, previously the 8 year age gap was too much to handle when it crossed from 18 to 26, but now at us being 20 and 27 (his birthday isn’t for a few more months) people don’t bat an eyelid.

A benefit of being a young mum - dressing up at Halloween with your child! I was a cat, Felix was a spider.

Con: I am no longer a teenage mama. This falls into the “con that should be a pro” category. But there is something comforting about being a teenage parent. Yes, you are judged near and far for being so scandalous to have had pre-marital sex, even in a 4-year relationship, but it also opens a whole world inaccessable to a standard parent. I’ve made some of my closest friends through my controversial parenthood – I met my best friend through a group with a maximum parent age of 25, and I’ve worked hard to gain respect from my older peers despite my age. Now that I’ve swapped decades, I’ve lost the credit for all that hard work, and I have been thrown into the world of average age parents, many of whom have had life experiances I am yet to have, such as beginning a career. I’m out of my comfort zone.

My "post-teenager" card from Felix's father.... Hmm -.-

I could go on and on, the list is a long one – not the least of which is the very many old jokes I gained from family members on my birthday. Including this “post-teenager” birthday card from Felix’s father (Hah hah -.-) and the shock my mother seemed to be dealing with that she now has a daughter in her twenties AND is a grandma, the epitomy of elderly symptoms it seems. But I think i’ll leave it with four.

Age is simply a measure of time… Isn’t it curious how much society bases on a simple digit upgrade?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s