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Dec. 16th, 2002 | 10:49 am

My mother sent me this last night...
And... For the mothers who read this... You may just liske it... (well.. regular mothers and the young young mothers... hehe, better Missie? lol )


Worry

Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment whenparents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my son's head. I
asked, "When do you stop worrying?"
The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly,
disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, the teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open.
A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick &tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle...there was nothing I could do about it. My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.
My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother's warm smile and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you okay? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the
trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable recently,saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one
answered. I was worried." I smiled a warm smile.

The torch has been passed.

PASS IT ON TO OTHER PARENTS

and also to your children. (That's the fun part.)

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To Be or Not to Be, huh?

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from: 2mermaids
date: Dec. 16th, 2002 11:05 am (UTC)
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That is so true!
Thanks for sharing.

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Don

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from: shoshiki
date: Dec. 16th, 2002 11:34 am (UTC)
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No problem! Thought you would like it :-D

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Creater of my own little world

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from: majesticlady911
date: Dec. 16th, 2002 05:24 pm (UTC)
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that's great! thanks for thinking of me!

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Don

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from: shoshiki
date: Dec. 16th, 2002 05:26 pm (UTC)
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always in my thoughts sweetie

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Creater of my own little world

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from: majesticlady911
date: Dec. 16th, 2002 05:27 pm (UTC)
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aaww *hugs*

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