Linda is our host of SoCS every Saturday and JusJoJan for the month of January.
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think “let go.” Enjoy!
The first thing that popped into my head using the prompt was “LET GO OF MY HAIR!” I remember far too many skirmishes when my daughters were young, ending with that scream. As a parent I hoped that my daughters would be good friends. They seemed to go through periods of being best friends and then worst enemies. Both would swear that the other got away with things that they did not. The reality is, that they could not be more different if they tried.
I love them both. I am proud of them for different reasons. In all honestly, I also wish they made different choices sometimes. A mother doesn’t have much, if any, say in what their adult children do. I had to let go of my own hopes for them. They get to decide what they want their life to look like. I am very glad the hair pulling stage is long gone.
Bringing up children is like refereeing a violent match or a fight.
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It can be at times
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Sure feels like that. Today my two younger grandkids were here and in typical toddler fashion, they were constantly fighting and crying over any toy one would take!
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I understand completely
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🤣😅😛
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It takes a lot of courage to be a parent and to let go of your children.
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It does indeed
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I had to come to this same conclusion with my own daughters )
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It’s not easy
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There is absolutely no guarantee in life l feel. No guarantee where people like each other even when related, it’s funny in a sad way.
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It is sad for me
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My two are 9 1/2 years apart so they never argued but they are not as close as I had hoped either. They love each other sure but their interests vary.
The hubby and his brother were best friends. Makes my heart happy though B misses him every day. Damn cancer 😔
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Mine are a year and a half apart.
I agree with Damn cancer
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I can relate well to having to let go of my hopes for my children who are 28 and 36. We did the best we could and now they choose their own paths. Still, they usually keep something we gave them. Mine have a strong love nature and animals which I passed on to them, but many of their beliefs are very different from mine.
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Mine are 47 and 49. There are hints of me in there.😊
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🙂
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