My mother once told me: “Your children are your children for the rest of your life.” Man that sounded so ominous at the time. Kind of like life without parole.
What prompted that jewel of wisdom was my lamenting the grinding chore of just getting teenagers through High School. After 18 years of giving my life to a higher calling, I just wanted to see the end of the road and look forward to “our time.”
“Our time.” Just the two of us. Man and wife. Woman and man. Boy and Girl. Doing our thing with no other care in the world.
It’s out there, but boy is it fragile. All is cool as long as “the children’s” lives are problem free. A major crisis in their lives becomes your burden. Dreams and plans are put on hold. Peace is shattered. Momma’s words slip through conscious thought.
The grind begins anew.
“Just because you’re not paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.” – Colin Sautar