Check out Annas blog about documenting http://annaaspnes.typepad.com/anna/2011/12/documenting-emails.html
the emails you find in your in box which can often be scrap related material.
If you have children and you worry (guess children and worry just go together..........don't they!) then you can relate to this story. These are not my words, but a forward I was emailed at some point and saved because I could SO see myself in these paragraphs and wanted to save the email so I created this page....................recently the last paragraph really happened to me and 'the torch was passed.' (whomever wrote this, Thank You.)
Thanks for looking and giving yourself the time to read.................I know you'll see yourself here...........if not right now, one day, you too, will pass the torch.
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 daughter's head.. I asked, 'When do
You stop worrying?' The nurse said,
When they get out of the accident stage.' My
Dad 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 dad 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 dad 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 Dad 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 dad's warm smile and his 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 hours, and no one answered, I was worried.'
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.
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