Discussion in 'The Watercooler' started by Big Bad Kitty, Apr 27, 2008.

  1. Big Bad Kitty

    Big Bad Kitty lolcat

    I'd like to share an email that my Deacon sent me. It is not religious in nature in any way; instead it deals with parents and children. I got a kick out of it.

    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." And my
    Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.

    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.

    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.

    (And also to your children. That's the fun part
  2. Andy

    Andy Active Member

    Thank you! This is so cool and so far true for me.
  3. Abbey

    Abbey Spork Queen

    So true. Thanks for sharing.

  4. TerryJ2

    TerryJ2 Well-Known Member

    Heh heh. Very clever. :)
  5. WhymeMom?

    WhymeMom? No real answers to life..

    Thanks for sharing......appropriate words for all parents.....
  6. Lothlorien

    Lothlorien Active Member

    So I have to wait until my fifties to enjoy that pleasure???? Darn!
  7. Estherfromjerusalem

    Estherfromjerusalem Well-Known Member

    I liked that! Thank you.

    Love, Esther
  8. Hound dog

    Hound dog Nana's are Beautiful

    Should I feel "old" since my kids are already doing that to me??? lol

    I passed this on to the girls. They might as well get the "heads up" now.