I have adult children (an
oxymoron for sure). I have found myself not knowing the right things to do or
say more and more often as my kids age. Of course they do not need the same
kind of nurturing they used to. And, it turns out I’m not very good at mothering
adults. I still want to be able to fix the things in their lives that need
fixing. I still want to be able to take care of their hurts and
disappointments. I still want to be able to tell them what to do, knowing they
will obediently follow my instruction, because after all, mother knows best.
I have seven kids. Four are young adults. They
are great kids. Great kids. They all have some similarities but they are all
very different people with individual strengths and weaknesses. I love kids. I
was a really good mom to the babies. I did a great job with the toddlers. I did
well with all of them in elementary school too. And then. And then. I had
teenagers. Teenagers are ridiculously hard to deal with at times, but that’s to
be expected. Right? Everyone warns you about teenagers. But they do outgrow the
teenaged attitude like they outgrew the terrible twos and life gets better
again.
There was no instruction
book handed to me when the babies were born. But, I did okay without an
instruction book, really. I was a young mom with a lot of enthusiasm. I suppose
my first babies and I grew up together in some ways. I should probably
apologize to the oldest. He endured most of my learning experiences and was so
often my “test subject.”
I’m finding that an
instruction manual would come in handy about now though. Anyone seen one entitled,
“How to mother grown children”? This is not easy! Adult children sometimes
still need guidance. Should I wait ‘til they ask me for it or just go ahead and
offer it? If I should wait, should I wait until I see pending disaster? If I
watch silently will I be asked later why I did not speak up? If I speak up will
I be accused of interfering? If I am the voice of caution am I also the voice
of pessimism? A dream crusher?
There is this high balance
beam I’m finding myself walking. The abyss on the left side of the balance beam
is very quiet and labeled “neglect” while the cavity on the right echoes with
the voice of that interfering Emily Gilmore of “Gilmore Girls.” Emily tells me
to offer as much advice as I like, in the most condescending voice I can
muster. Hmmm, those two options are pretty far apart so the balance beam might
be a lot wider than I was originally thinking, huh? Maybe I won’t fall after
all.
But it does seem that
often a mom cannot win-for-losing. What does a good mother say to her nearly
adult child who asks, “Hey mom, do you like the muffins I made?” The answer I want to give is, “Yes, they are
good but next time you might want to pull them out a few minutes earlier.” Did
I just give helpful advice or crush my daughter’s enthusiasm for baking? What
does a good mother say to a nearly adult child who decides he wants to become a
professional rodeo clown? Do you encourage him, cheering from the sidelines? Or
do you try to talk some sense into the young man, who, by the way, will forever
blame you when he is sitting behind a desk and not out in an arena, being
chased by a bull, and living his dream.
I’m being facetious here.
No one has baked me burnt muffins or announced they are going off to clown school
in this family. I’m just reasoning some things out here; thinking "out loud." It’s hard to parent when your kids are old enough to become your friends. I recently
sent my mom this message, “Having grown kids is so much harder than having
little kids.” She knew exactly what I was talking about and she spoke to me
from experience. After all, she has walked that balance beam for a lot of years
before me and I am her adult child who she gets to watch blunder through life
as she bites her tongue.
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I like this post! Your comment about apologizing to your oldest touched a note with me, because I always say that my oldest was my practice baby and there are parts of it that I would like to go back and do over, but she is a great kid, so I guess it worked out okay.
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