There are some emotions that it just takes being 49andcounting or so, to experience. I tell you, right up there with being a Grammy, is the emotion felt when you watch your children as adults and can think, “I believe I did it right”.
After years of correcting and disciplining, after years of feeding them and doing their laundry, after years of sobbing and screaming (can you tell I raised girls?) It’s a wonderful, beautiful feeling to sit with your child and think, “I believe I did it right”.
Watching your baby make the hard, right choices. Watching your baby show compassion to others. Watching your baby work hard and accomplish goals. At times you think, “is this the child that was grounded 672 times, or the child that pinched the nurse while getting her kindergarten shots? Is this the child who could not comprehend that “not telling all and lying” were one in the same? Is this the child whose bedroom door I chose to shut, rather than fighting the mountain of clothes on the floor? Amazed, astounded, down right shocked! And warmed to the core, to know that these are my adult children, and they are now beautiful people and my best friends.
And when I watch my oldest with her little one and hear, “Bella, please don’t stand there with the refrigerator door wide open!”, or “How many times have you been told…”, or “Your dirty clothes go in the hamper in your bedroom”. Well, it’s music to my ears. I can sit back and watch and think… Ahhh, paybacks!
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