Having adult children is tough sometimes. In one sense, I'm out of a job - one that I chafed at sometimes, but still the most rewarding job I've ever had. They don't need me, but they do need me. I can't tell them what to do, but if I can say it right, I can sometimes help them find clarity. Right now they are both "between". Anna just graduated, has no permanent address, and doesn't know if she got the internship she wants. She may soon be on her way cross country with her worldly possessions in her car. Patrick is in a tough security situation in Namibia, is completely frustrated with Peace Corps, and doesn't know when or how to report the problems because he'll be shipped home as soon as he does. Both of them are applying for jobs, but living in "limbo" is really difficult.
It's difficult to help them, too. Mostly I encourage them, and try to ask questions so they can clarify what they really want and need. Then they can move on independently. It's a supporting role - they are the stars of their own lives now. I was a star in their eyes for a long time, and sometimes it's hard to accept the new reality. But if I enrich my own life, it won't be a problem. So that's my goal - be my own star. I'm not the star in their lives, and they are no longer the stars of mine. My name is on my marquee! Hmmmm. What's the plot line?
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