tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33818852.post5884745685354634122..comments2023-10-21T23:57:46.155-04:00Comments on Wheat Among Tares: Brag Blogterrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12399706958844399216noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33818852.post-58356903030902952412010-04-29T22:19:11.658-04:002010-04-29T22:19:11.658-04:00Terri, didn't mean to be flip. I found that o...Terri, didn't mean to be flip. I found that one of my kids was calm and just wanted me to stop fussing or stay out of sight if I was going to be nervous, as she wasn't (she's the one who I always think over-confident, who I worry will be terribly disappointed when things don't go as she expects....and then they go better). She is optimistic and things go well for her. <br /><br />My other one would be a bundle of nerves, and I with her, and then she would be so focussed during the show/classics competition or whatever that I would be amazed. <br /><br />It seems long ago now. I find it harder to figure out the boundaries now they are college aged. When I try to let them have space and independence they feel neglected, but when I try to be supportive they feel crowded...We are a loving family, but their launching is a real loss for me. Not least because I more or less abandonned doing everything I trained for and valued for twenty years and now feel a bit like Rip Van Winkel. Too old for the vocations I would like to pursue, and not sure where to go with my life, which in turn makes me worry too much about the kids. <br /><br />It is corny, but I think kids are helped by happy, fulfilled parents. My own vocational and personal distress (having to become the breadwinner in an unrelated line of work) has had a rather negative impact on my kids. You know, if Mom ain't happy, ain't nobody happy...Retrieverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09036341287285545932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33818852.post-60446255051261287242010-04-29T22:01:17.263-04:002010-04-29T22:01:17.263-04:00I eventually learned to go sit in the car and pray...I eventually learned to go sit in the car and pray during tense events for my children. They didn't feel abandoned. They understood once explained. In fact, when it came to basketball, my second son was quite relieved to have me out of there.Assistant Village Idiothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33818852.post-39254676030498000982010-04-29T21:27:12.290-04:002010-04-29T21:27:12.290-04:00Good looking kid! As well as smart...The apple do...Good looking kid! As well as smart...The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.Retrieverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09036341287285545932noreply@blogger.com