Terrible Twos. Terrifying Threes. Ferocious Fours. A piece of cake. I am currently in the parenting season for what I am calling the touchy twenty-somethings. This season means you have to respect the space, yet provide a safe space. Give privacy, yet not too much so that it appears you don’t care. Give advice without being asked BUT only when wanted. Support their wondering lost-hood, yet don’t enable dependancy. Set expectations of “chores” to help contribute to the family unit, but set up in a way not to be perceived as a personal servant. Requires you to sit and watch the mistakes they are making- sit quietly and not swoop in to fix when they ask.
This is the parenting season of quiet-hood… it can seem lonely – though I KNOW I am not alone. The current state of comparison (facebook, pinterest, instagram, twitter) leaves an image that all the other twenty-somethings are right on track. I look back at my twenties- even when it appeared I had it together – I didn’t, I was finding myself (still trying to find myself). I was one that had it together on the outside- but was a hot mess internally. With this reminder, I am working on sitting back and letting the tall one pave his way, what ever way he decides to try.
Confession: I am not very good at watching head on collisions happen and just sitting as they struggle to clean up the mess. I am praying allot (and eating some ice cream) as he figures out how to fly from the nest, yet again.
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