Daughter #1 is visiting.
After Wife's blood clot event, she wanted to come and spend time. I was thrown back to the 1990's. When we first moved to New Mexico, I suddenly had this strong feeling that I had to be with my parents much more than I had been. For the next 18 years I would go to Connecticut 3 or 4 times a year just to spend time with them.
It's been lovely having her here though sobering at the same time. She (of course) has been trying to help out. Wife and I being of the independent mindset had a bit of problem letting go. She asked if she could help with the laundry and making the beds (which dominates my Saturdays). I am in the process of giving her instructions on using the washer and dryer. She says,
"Dad. I'm a nearly 50 year old woman with children in college and high school. I've done a bit of laundry."
Point taken. Sigh. Another transition taking place.
2 comments:
Aw, yes, I am not a parent but from the outside perspective, parenting is continually about letting go.
And when you let people help you, regardless of their relationship to you, the act of letting them do it in their own way can be challenging, at least for me.
to be fair I think people can get very personal about how they like to do their laundry. Unless you're me, in which case you like it however it is done, so long as someone else does it.
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