Oh, heck no.......I think it's abnormal
if we don't go through that, although a lot depends on one's station in life.....at your age, I was already married and a mother, so I had to grow up and be
a grown-up. But in my early-early 20s, I was little more than your basic party girl in adult clothing---I didn't feel like a grown-up at all, even though I was old enough to drink in a bar and own a handgun. My body was 21, my psyche stuck somewhere between 15 and 18. And it stayed that way until I had my first baby.
What a game-changer THAT is. One day, you're like 14 months pregnant and ready to burst like a balloon, but you are still not a fully grown adult. The next day, WHAM! They hand you this tiny bundle of baby and put it in your arms, and suddenly you look down and realize that you are responsible for whether this little critter lives or dies.
That's a heck of a lot of responsibility for a 23-year-old, but you accept the burden and square your shoulders so you can carry it.
That's how sharp the dividing line is between being young and childless and free, and being a grown-up forever tethered to another human being. It's also the end of adolescence as we knew and loved it........no more staying out late, no more partying, no more making whoopee in the grass behind the football stadium. But, it's well worth what we give up.