My kids are perhaps like yours; grown, working, successful. You’re part of their lives, but it’s stunning how well they’ve done without you.
Maybe your relationship’s incredible. They call you and ask for your opinion and the tales of your youth. That’s great. Really.
But my guess is they’re not totally anti-you, but they don’t hang portraits of you in their homes, either. And they’re mildly amused by what you think is awesome.
Nothing like your dream where they look somewhat like you and sit quietly next to you watching TV.
If your kids aren’t grown, hold on to something.
As they grow, it’s easy to love them, not always easy to like them, and nearly impossible to let them go.
Stay the course. You’ll be great, and you’ll screw up. But if you’ve put their interests ahead of yours, perfect. It’s the highest profession.
And they may not tell you, but they think you’re amazing.
Yeah. Let’s go with that.