Wake up. Parents worry about you
These darn children of ours are a serious pain in the rear.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
I’m not talking about the little ones running around the house getting into everything, making their parents — my generation’s adult children — feel crazy and exhausted all the time, praying for the day they get older so everything will be SO MUCH EASIER.
HA! No, I’m talking about YOU!
All you adult children out there living your own life, doing your own thing.
Exactly the way we taught you.
Well, more like pushed. But anyway.
Heyyyyy, wake up! Don’t you know your parents worry about you?!
God blessed me with two boys. In my experience, they are the worst about causing unnecessary worry on this subject. Most girls stay close to their moms (whether the mom likes it or not).
The line of communication with boys can be frustrating.
Don’t get me wrong, my boys and I are extremely close. But I don’t feel the need to be all up in their lives all the time, or anywhere near that. I just want a little consideration for my sanity. Is that too much to ask for?
Seriously, how long does it take to just text back?!
When days go by and they still haven’t answered a text or message, I feel like I’m just going to completely lose my mind. By then, it has most likely turned to a bit of anger and I pretty much have to threaten bodily harm. And, when things get to that level, I send my scowly-faced personal Bitmoji brandishing a sword.
Oh, then miraculously, there they are with, “whassup mother?”
So annoying.
Fine, OK. I get it. As I’ve heard over and over and over, they’re grown and can do what they want, when they want, however you want.
Blah, blah, blah.
Son or daughter, they aren’t your young children anymore. It’s like, you have to start all over with them and figure out their new (so-called) ‘adult’ person.
My oldest son, Sean, when he is quiet, generally that means all is well.
My youngest, Jordan, who is in the Air Force currently stationed in North Carolina, and way more quiet than his brother, I’ve had to hone in on a few of his patterns to keep from going completely nutso.
When he finally responds, I hold my breath, skip right to the end to see if there’s a ‘LOL’ at the end of his text or message. That is the one sure sign that all is well in his world.
Who knew three little letters could mean so much to your sanity.
My mom worried about me traveling. I admit, I’ve had gypsy feet a lot when it comes to spontaneous road trips. I am paying for that one for sure. It is hard to think about anything else when I know my children are on the road.
I don’t know how my mom has survived all these years of my brothers and I.
I’m going to go out on a limb here. But, I think for the most part, ‘out of sight, out of mind’ was my mom’s method of coping. Understandably.
One would think that in this massive technology era we now live in, there wouldn’t be these issues. Social media, and all the gajillion other ways of communication should be a good thing. As is. But, also can be a not-so-good thing.
On one hand, there is no ‘out of sight, out of mind’ anymore. Well, unless, of course, you decide to be off the grid and in no man’s land. But, for the majority, who isn’t on Facebook?
Unfortunately for me, my sons aren’t that active as far as posting statuses and such.
I have, however, learned a few little tricks from the sites. One being this little piece of information displayed when you go to your Messenger conversation with them that tells when they were last active.
On the other hand, this can also backfire and make you feel even worse if they haven’t been logged in for hours. Or days.
At times, I make myself crazy checking Facebook just to see if there’s been recent activity from them.
Shhhhh. Don’t tell them I have this little part of their adult person figured out. Let’s keep this as our little secret. It’s my moment’s peace. And if they knew, they would conspire and purposely torture me.
Moms ARE always right. Trust me, you will eat crow and pay for your raising. (Ouch. That hurt).
And if all that isn’t bad enough, let’s not even think about the fact that these same darn pain in the rear children of ours are raising our grandchildren.
My mom loves to say, “Oh, you just wait ‘til Chloe (my 10-year-old granddaughter) becomes a pre-teen,” with a big ole’ smirk plastered across her face.
— Insert ‘mind blown’ meme —
It’s never going to end, I’m done in.
Someone, please just put me in a straitjacket.
LOL.
- -- Posted by rrushin on Mon, Jan 25, 2021, at 7:27 PM
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