"You can't go back to Narnia"

Last night, I gave up. I sobbed on my mom's lap for an hour about everything; growing up, changing, be responsible, how I just wanted to go back to when life was simpler. She said to me "Honey, you can't go back to Narnia. It's time to move on." The phrase struck me. So simple and so true: I can't go back to Narnia.

My play days are over. I'm not longer a child. Now I must shoulder responsibility, become an adult. Yes, I'm still young in many ways, but it's time to grow up.

Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy all had to move on. Now it's my turn.