I enjoy my adult kids. I now have 4 of them, but no grandkids yet. (I do have a grand dog, but she doesn't really like me unless my daughter isn't around. After a few minutes of crying when my daughter leaves, you can clearly see Addy look at me and mutter under her breath..."I guess you're as good as it gets for now..." so then she will snuggle, because ultimately Addy is a snuggler and not a player.)
But back to my adult kids. They are fun. The hard part of raising them is over or generally so. I suppose we never really stop parenting our kids, but 2 of the 4 are out of the house, so I'm really just in standby mode for the most part with the 2 of them. And even the 2 still at home either aren't open to much parenting or do not really need much. In fact, my youngest - my baby - said that she was good to stay overnight by herself next week while I'm out of town with the other one. Apparently I'm the only one feeling a bit unsure about this arrangement. And I can't logically say why. If you figure that she is 18, and I got married at the ripe-old age of 19, then what is my problem? I'm a mother. That's my problem. The shoe is on a very different foot now, and it seems to be permanently glued to that foot.
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