Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow~ Cat Stevens

By now, you may have figured out I have young adults under my roof. They’re in transition, not children but not quite adults. Trying to do adult things in a world that still sees them as children. It’s kind of funny because when I think back to when I was about their age, 18 really meant you were an adult.

Now, they are not. Our society still views them as children who need to be cared for. They must have co-signers on leases, credit cards and other financial documents, even though they have jobs that make them “not” dependents per the IRS. Laws have been put in place that prevent them from working in their chosen fields because they are too “young.” Two have college degrees. Both graduated with honors. All three would love to have a shot at jobs they are finding on the web sites. Alas, it is not to be right now because they are too young.

All three are old enough to fight for their country. So, they are old enough to put their lives in the line for the greater good, but not old enough to work at the local supermarket. Just ponder that for a few minutes. Now ask yourself why.

I’m not going to go into a litany of why our society is on this path. Everyone has ideas about that and I’m not up for politics today. I just find it very odd that we expect our children to do great things, yet as adults we have placed barriers in their path. I hear people complaining about how our youth have an entitlement problem. Yet, they have no other way to feel because we aren’t allowing them to find their own successes.

So, my shadows. I guess we have a few more years together.