I look at our adult kids, and sometimes expect them to somehow be different. I’m not sure why, and I’m not sure what I’m expecting.
Our daughter has been a grown-up since the age of 3. Her life has been lived with determination and independence. She doesn’t do much that surprises me. I always expect the unexpected with her.
The boys, well—the word, boy, kind of explains it all. They are foreign creatures to me. We taught them a lot, but there is a ton of information about them we will probably never know. More like—I won’t know, I think my husband understands them.
The Wee One and Sensible Girlfriend went to Missouri with us to help work on our someday-retirement-slow-life-down-home. That also included the Grandpuppy, which is always entertainment for all of us. She was our navigator, but just as the GPS, and my notes, her performance was poor.
We are waiting to see where The Wee One will set his compass. I really like listening to him because he’s very insightful.
He sees potential–some of it good, some bad, some very surprising. All the discussions we had with him, thinking his little ADD mind wandered to places unknown, he was actually paying attention!
As a teen, he was the one who challenged our parenting skills more than the others. He helped produce more gray hairs, and I seriously believed I wouldn’t survive until he became an adult. I was positive he wouldn’t reach adulthood. I had a lot of “discipline/revenge” plots hatched.
He’s growing into a wonderful man. A person who doesn’t judge or gossip about others. One who will lend a hand when he sees someone in need—providing it’s after 2 pm, the hour he arises. He’s a good ant 😀
With his 6’4″ body, he sat behind me most of the way to Missouri, and all the way back home. I had to pull my seat so far forward that my knees touched the dashboard. It was an uncomfortable way to travel. It was worse than flying coach.
It’s comforting knowing that even though our children grow and change, fundamentally, they stay the same.
He is still the one who will have to pee, minutes after passing the rest area we asked if anyone needed to stop—reassuring us that he was fine. Without him, there are sketchy parts of some cities we would have never seen—what a treat!