freako104
Well-Known Member
my mom sent this to my sister and i i now pass it on to the parents and for the parents to always remember and for the kids to appreciate why the parents worry> >Worry
>
> >
> >Is there a magic cutoff period when
> >offspring become accountable for their own
> >actions? Is there a wonderful moment when
> >parents can become detached spectators in
> >the lives of their children and shrug, "It's
> >their life," and feel nothing?
> >
> >When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital
> >corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
> >stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do
> >you stop worrying?" The nurse said,
> >"When they get out of the accident stage." My
> >mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.
> >
> >When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
> >chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
> >children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
> >and was headed for a career making
> >license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher
> >said, "Don't worry, they all go through
> >this stage and then you can sit back, relax and
> >enjoy them." My mother just smiled
> >faintly and said nothing.
> >
> >When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
> >waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
> >home, the front door to open. A friend said,
> >"They're trying to find themselves. Don't
> >worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying.
> >They'll be adults." My mother just smiled
> >faintly and said nothing.
> >
> >By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was
> >still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle, there
> >was nothing I could do about it. My
> >mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I
> >continued to anguish over their failures, be
> >tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
> >their disappointments.
> >
> >My friends said that when my kids got married I
> >could stop worrying and lead my own
> >life. I wanted to believe that, but I was
> >haunted by my mother's warm smile and her
> >occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?
> >Call me the minute you get home. Are
> >you depressed about something?"
> >
> >Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
> >lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
> >handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
> >human frailties and the fears of the
> >unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
> >that elevates us to the highest form of life?
> >
> >One of my children became quite irritable
> >recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've
> >been calling for 3 days, and no one answered.
> >I was worried." I smiled a warm smile.
> >The torch has been passed.
> >
> >PASS IT ON TO OTHER PARENTS
> >(and also to your children)
>
> >
> >Is there a magic cutoff period when
> >offspring become accountable for their own
> >actions? Is there a wonderful moment when
> >parents can become detached spectators in
> >the lives of their children and shrug, "It's
> >their life," and feel nothing?
> >
> >When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital
> >corridor waiting for doctors to put a few
> >stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do
> >you stop worrying?" The nurse said,
> >"When they get out of the accident stage." My
> >mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.
> >
> >When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
> >chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
> >children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
> >and was headed for a career making
> >license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher
> >said, "Don't worry, they all go through
> >this stage and then you can sit back, relax and
> >enjoy them." My mother just smiled
> >faintly and said nothing.
> >
> >When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
> >waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
> >home, the front door to open. A friend said,
> >"They're trying to find themselves. Don't
> >worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying.
> >They'll be adults." My mother just smiled
> >faintly and said nothing.
> >
> >By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was
> >still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle, there
> >was nothing I could do about it. My
> >mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I
> >continued to anguish over their failures, be
> >tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in
> >their disappointments.
> >
> >My friends said that when my kids got married I
> >could stop worrying and lead my own
> >life. I wanted to believe that, but I was
> >haunted by my mother's warm smile and her
> >occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right?
> >Call me the minute you get home. Are
> >you depressed about something?"
> >
> >Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
> >lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
> >handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
> >human frailties and the fears of the
> >unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue
> >that elevates us to the highest form of life?
> >
> >One of my children became quite irritable
> >recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've
> >been calling for 3 days, and no one answered.
> >I was worried." I smiled a warm smile.
> >The torch has been passed.
> >
> >PASS IT ON TO OTHER PARENTS
> >(and also to your children)
