The past few weeks have been a revelation. I have realised that I have transitioned from a needy self-absorbed sub-adult to being a nurturing carer. No, this did not just happen with motherhood. It’s not even a function of age. It’s probably much more than that. It’s situational, for sure – I am suddenly having to step in because I’d rather be the one doing the nurturing rather than leave it to someone else. I could have had this experience a decade or two ago, but it is happening to me now. I am adulting. My experience with adulting is not the dictionary definition which lists holding a job, paying…