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Does worry ever end?

Posted Tuesday, August 30, 2011, at 1:51 PM

Do we ever stop worrying about our children?

That's a question asked by parents all through life. I think the answer is no.

Although my children are adults, I still worry about them.

But the question here is a different kind.

Do children ever stop worrying about their parents?

I'm sure my children have pondered that question.

My daughter used to worry silently. Now she's vocal.

"Mom, don't forget to charge your cell phone." she reminds.

If it weren't for her, I'd never have bought a cell phone in the first place.

But she hounded and hounded until I relented.

"Mom," she said. "You need a cell phone. What if you are out on the highway some night and get stranded."

So I relented. "And turn it on when you are out," she reminds.

She had one of those "I told you so" moments when I had a flat tire.

Last month I got a chatty e-mail from her. She gave the weather report that noted temperatures would drop to 13 degrees. "Stay home," she advised

When I go out of town for the weekend, she cautions, "Drive carefully and call me as soon as you get home so I'll know you're all right."

My son is the same way although he isn't as vocal.

"Be careful," he says. "Take your time."

My daughter frets over what I eat and don't eat.

If I have a cold, she advises me to go to the doctor, although she apparently has an aversion to doctors because she never goes.

"You need to get a new car," she says. "I worry about you driving that car." Actually, my car is a newer model than the one she drives but she thinks mine needs trading off.

She worries that I'll fall down the stairs and break a bone.

It was my mistake to tell her how I stumbled over the handle of a decorative wood wagon in my living room. As I lost my balance and stumbled into a small tall table, I grabbed for a glass rose that was about to tumble to the floor. I caught it and managed to stay upright and saved the rose too. I was so proud.

"You should have worried about yourself and not that rose," my daughter said.

My daughter complains when she can't locate me and she calls and calls.

"Sometimes, I think I need an appointment to talk with you," she gripes.

Actually, I love my daughter so much. She and I have always had a wonderful mother/daughter relationship. Except when she was going through a couple of tumultuous teen years.

My son and I, too, share a lot of memories and good times. He is a fine man and I love him dearly too. Both of them know how I feel.

Do children ever stop worrying about their parents?

The answer is still no.

I was concerned about my mother when she was in her nineties.

Would she fall and hurt herself? Is she afraid? Is she comfortable?

Maybe concern is a better word.

We aren't supposed to worry.

That's God's job.



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