You know, we all talk and write and carry on about raising our children, but really, once they reach “independence” I find it much harder as a parent. At least while their still growing up I have a more immediate form of input, however useless I find it at times. But, once they are 19 (legal age where I live) and more or less on their own, the worries really begin.
Right now, my biggest worry is #7. He’s lost his job due to poor health. I think the health issue is a combo of anorexia and pot smoking but of course we have taken him to the dr. and are awaiting the results of blood tests. He’s lonely and he has a verbally abusive room mate, but he’s stoned a lot and we won’t let anyone come to our when they are clearly under the influence – a red eyed zombie isn’t the most pleasant of house guests! Today he asked to come over and hang out, but we had to say no because for a variety of reasons we just can’t get to where he is geographically to pick him up. So, now I’ll spend the day doing what I have to do with that major worry (is he too stoned to function? is he suicidal?) wrapped around me like an invisible cloak.
Today I think that light at the end of the tunnel may indeed be a train.
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