Herself speaks.
Earlier this week, I got THAT TEXT from one of the Offspring.
I'm OK. Car is done.
It was handled well; tow truck enlisted, insurance called, everything taken care of. I sort of want details about the accident, and sort of VERY MUCH don't. It's all I can do not to imagine the terribleness. Don't want to encourage catastrophic thinking on my part.
All I can think is: they are OK. My new mantra.
I still feel queasy thinking about it.
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Parenting adult offspring is HARD. They need to find their own paths, explore and make their own choices and go where their hearts lead.
I just wish that I could keep them safe from the pain -- physical and emotional -- of Life. I know I can't. I'll have to continue to sit back and watch things unfold, and to make sure that they have a soft place to land and a helping hand when needed.
I love them so. I hope they know.
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