Happy Tuesday everyone!
I have 3 beautiful intelligent children and I don’t know what my life would be like without them. I remember saying “I can’t wait til they’re grown”, but I never thought about how much worse that can be. I can’t claim to be a perfect mother but I am proud of the adults they are growing into.
Now when I say worse, I don’t necessarily mean it in a negative way. What I mean by that is that when they are adults, there is another set of worries to consider. When our children are no longer our “babies”, they are free to do as they please without our permission. Hence bringing on this other set of worries. My youngest daughter just turned 18 and she is driving now😳. And although I try to think in a positive way, I still worry about her like crazy.
My oldest is 20 and living out of the house with her boyfriend who is a wonderful guy. I feel blessed that she found such a good guy and this has slightly eleviated my worry. Plus I know that she has a good head on her shoulders and is very strong willed!
My son, who is the youngest just turned 17. He doesn’t live with us, but he’s a big part of our life of course. I will likely worry about him the most because he is a black male. In our current climate that’s damn near a death wish (just keeping it real). He also has some cognitive limitations, so his age doesn’t coordinate 100% with his mindset. But I have and will always have his back. All of us!
So as I sit here in the ER with my youngest daughter (sore throat, fever), I realize that my job is not done. It will never be done. They will always be my babies! And as I prepare for her graduating this year and my son entering into his senior year I can’t help but be proud. Proud that although I’m not perfect, I raised some pretty bad ass perfect young adults. For that I am proud and grateful!
Do you have older children or children in general? Can you relate to some of what I’m saying? Let’s discuss!