A Rite of Passage

I just looked into a mirror and realized that I am not a child anymore.  I am not a child.  I am a woman.  I am grown up, I am an adult.  There are days when I act like a child still, a slave to my own petulant whims.  But I am not a child, or a teenager, or an adolescent.  I am an adult, with my own life, and my own choices about how I will live that life.  It is mine, to do with what I will.  I think I've finally passed that point that I've wanted to have for a while now.  That moment signifying a passage from child to adult.  And I'm not sure what it was, exactly, just that it happened this evening when I looked into a mirror and acknowledged without fear that I am an adult now.  And I am sure that there will be days when I am childish, and days when I will be wise.  But something's changed.  Something has shifted.  And I'm glad for it.