I’ve written before about the change in perspective I’ve developed now that my children are grown. See here and here.
Now, after our Christmas experiences this year, I am facing this upheaval again, because:
- One child is looking at buying a house . . . with a real estate agent sending daily lists of prospects, and a mortgage lender sending payment calculations—pretty grown-up stuff.
- Another child gave us an extravagant (but needed) Christmas present, a device that continues our technological progression into the 21st century. And then set it up for us.
- One child brought a significant other home for the first time over the holidays. Some other woman was treating my baby boy like he was hers! (Actually, they were kind of sweet.)
- Another child, when I was grilling my sister-in-law over the logistics of getting her car from the airport to where she is staying, said simply, “Don’t worry, Aunt N____, I’ll take care of it.”
So I guess there really isn’t anything left for me to worry about. They’ve flown the coop.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
But, of course, I will worry.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
What made you realize that your children were grown?