One of the joys of having kids is that you have a constant reminder of how quickly time is passing and how old you’re getting (not fun, that part!). I still can’t believe my eldest is in matric. Admittedly, most of my high school friends already have grandchildren, so I’m a bit of a late bloomer in the having kids (and, mind you, adulting in general) department. Nonetheless, I am feeling the horror of having a child on the brink of adulthood (and a teeny tiny bit of excitement, but really, only a smidge, mind you). And, of course, she’s not looking forward to adulting. It must be genetic. After all, adulting can often be SO overrated!