My husband and I have two children; they are 24 and 19 years old. I find I have more angst about them today than ever before. And yes, I know it’s time I learned how to stop worrying about grown children. When our children were little, I worried about their development. Will they walk and talk when they are supposed to? Will they make a friend in kindergarten…
Yesterday was the anniversary of my mom’s death. Yet, after twenty years, my mom’s advice still lives in my head. She has still been guiding me in her absence. She was seventy-one years old when she left us. Her mom had lived to be eighty-nine, so I foolishly thought she wouldn’t leave us so early. She spent her last day frolicking around…