So I think I’ve finally grown up.
How do I know this?
Well, the last year or so I started noticing a Thing. The Thing was that after finishing YA books I realized that I never saw myself as the characters anymore. See, before, I would always find something that would put me in the story, make me feel like I was going through it. Now though… now I read about these characters and read their stories.
And it’s not a bad thing! Not by a long shot. It just made me realize that I’ve changed. I think I’ve grown up. I’ve finally passed through that magical door labeled “Adult.” I’m not saying I’m a completely different person than I was a year ago, but my way of thinking about some things has certainly shifted. And I think I know what that change was…
My daughter is growing up. She’s now 13 and I’m now in my 30s, and with that comes a whole different world for both of us. I’ve had to change parenting styles a bit and I’ve become a more serious parent because to be honest, her becoming a teenager scares the shit out of me.
She’s no longer my baby girl, she’s a young lady. But she’s not a typical young lady. She’s not into things most girls are into. She lives for Mangas and fills up notebooks with ones she’s writing/drawing. She loves everything Japanese. She loves Animes. She hates One Direction and make-up and fixing her hair. I love her so much. I love her individuality and I know it comes at a high cost in middle school because most girls are into things she hates, but it will payoff in the end.
So with my daughter growing up, those YA stories have become less about me and more about her. But I’m kind of grateful for that. I feel like it helps me relate more, to be reminded of how it is and how it can be. I hope one day she’ll want me to share these books with her and I hope she sees herself in them, in one way or another.
As for me, I’ll just keep reading and growing too.
Have you gone through something similar?
How have your reading views changed over the years?