It is 11:00 on a Saturday night. I am waiting to hear from a daughter that will not be home tonight. She is off visiting with family she did not know about until recently. And therein lies the problem. Until recently we were mom and dad. She was our daughter. We raised her during very turbulent teen years. Then she was gone for a long time. We heard from others how she was doing. When there were children. When there was a divorce. When moves took place. All the while, we kept the door open. Hoping she would come back. That contact would be made in good time and when she was ready. George and I knew it would not be easy for her.
Finally, contact was made. Through the infamous Facebook, she contacted the girls. Finally, she contacted me. She was able to see the love never stopped just because she was gone. She was still wholly accepted.
It has been good. George and I met grandchildren and loved them from the start.
Now comes new family. Those until a few months ago not known. New and shiny in her eyes. Excited to be the center of attention.
I have to step back and be the stable one and wait. To be there to pick up pieces if need be. To be understanding and loving, ready and compassionate.
There are times when being the adult and the mom can really suck.
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