For millennials who grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, the jingle is familiar: “I don’t wanna grow up; I’m a Toys‘R’Us kid.”
I never understood it. I couldn’t wait to be a grownup—to go to college, to get married, to have babies. I loved imagining how many children I would have and what their names would be. A writer from an early age, I even wrote my dreams down as stories in which my husband, my children, and I were the starring characters.
Pretty soon into my 20s,…