Tag: adult children

Camping

A sentence I wrote six years ago seems even truer now.  Those of you who are parents in complicated relationships with your adult children will get this. It took me a long time to get it but I finally did and I’m glad of… Continue Reading “Camping”

On Joe’s Birthday

I laughed out loud when I saw my older son come out of his apartment building in a navy blue bathrobe and slippers. He looked like he’d stolen the outfit from the Sears Catalog. When did he become such a man? I thought to… Continue Reading “On Joe’s Birthday”

Finding the Words, the Beautiful Words

This morning I wanted to remember Kahlil Gibran’s writing about children because I have been feeling lately like a life raft where all the people who were hanging on have swum away but they don’t want me to pull up anchor yet because they… Continue Reading “Finding the Words, the Beautiful Words”

Grocery Shopping with the Unabomber

“You look like the Unabomber.” My son, the one my husband brought back from Nicaragua twenty-six years ago, the one who was all head and bloated stomach, with toothpick legs and arms, and a cry that was soft and mewing like a sleeping kitten… Continue Reading “Grocery Shopping with the Unabomber”

Ms. Fix-It

Every time I see my kids, I want to fix something. Give advice, make a plan, counsel, analyze, and assess. This is a habit that I am trying to break. There are easier things. Tonight, I had a plan to dash from my class… Continue Reading “Ms. Fix-It”

Parenting Throwdown

Today was a parenting throwdown that started at 5:39 a.m. with a text, ran in and out the doors of many gyms, scored a few goals, committed no fouls, and made sure no one was thrown out of the game. And I am exhausted.… Continue Reading “Parenting Throwdown”

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