I had kids, now I have adults

I have kids, well, I did have kids. Now I have adults.

One of the trickiest moments to navigate as a parent is when your kid, the one that you fed, picked up when they fell, soothed when they worried, no longer need you in that way.

It’s a strange transition. It’s not unwelcome, in fact it’s what you want. You want them to be independent, to move freely in the world with confidence. But, you think fondly of all the ‘kid moments’, and perhaps even want those moment again, if only briefly.

I’ve never had a conversation with anyone, ever, about the mental gymnastics this transition from child to adult takes. When to step in. When to sit back and watch. When to offer advice. When to let them make decisions, despite being fairly sure that it’s not the ‘right’ way to go.

As luck would have it, none of my adults have let me down.