There are days when I wonder when, oh when, did I start being a grown-up. Decisions, chores, bills, and a real job which I can't mess up! On top of that, I am now responsible for the well-being of a little person.
There's no manual for being a grown-up. And as I've learned, neither high school cooking class, sewing class, nor gardening class can fully prepare one for the world of adulthood. So, while the first instict may be to cower and hide, and pass the responsibility elsewhere, here's an idea: embrace it.