bigdmomof3
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So I thought I would share it with all the wonderful parents on the board. Hope you all enjoy!
WORRY
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> Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for
> their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can
> become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug,
> 'It's their life,' and feel nothing?
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> When I was in my twenties , I stood in a hospital corridor waiting
> for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter's head. I asked,
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> 'When do you stop worrying?' The nurse said, 'When they get out of
> the accident stage.' My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
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> When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and
> heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
> and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my
> mind, a teacher said, 'Don't worry, they all go through this stage and
> then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.' My dad just smiled
> faintly and said nothing.
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> When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone
> to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said,
> 'they're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you
> can stop worrying. They'll be adults.' My dad just smiled faintly
> and said nothing.
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> By the time I was 50 , I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was
> still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There
> was nothing I could do about it. My Dad just smiled faintly and said
> nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by
> their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.
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> My friends said that when my kids got
> married I could stop worrying
> and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by
> my dad's warm smile and his occasional, 'You look pale. Are you all
> right? Call me the minute you get home. Are You depressed about
> something?'
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> Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is
> concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
> human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is
> it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?
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> One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me,
> 'Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I
> was worried.' I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.
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Dee
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WORRY
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> Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for
> their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can
> become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug,
> 'It's their life,' and feel nothing?
>
>
>
>
>
> When I was in my twenties , I stood in a hospital corridor waiting
> for doctors to put a few stitches in my daughter's head. I asked,
>
> 'When do you stop worrying?' The nurse said, 'When they get out of
> the accident stage.' My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
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> When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and
> heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
> and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my
> mind, a teacher said, 'Don't worry, they all go through this stage and
> then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.' My dad just smiled
> faintly and said nothing.
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>
>
>
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>
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> When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone
> to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said,
> 'they're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you
> can stop worrying. They'll be adults.' My dad just smiled faintly
> and said nothing.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> By the time I was 50 , I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was
> still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There
> was nothing I could do about it. My Dad just smiled faintly and said
> nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by
> their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.
>
>
>
>
> My friends said that when my kids got
> married I could stop worrying
> and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by
> my dad's warm smile and his occasional, 'You look pale. Are you all
> right? Call me the minute you get home. Are You depressed about
> something?'
>
>
>
>
>
> Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is
> concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
> human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is
> it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?
>
>
>
>
>
> One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me,
> 'Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I
> was worried.' I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.
>
Dee
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