Our daughter, a palliative care social worker at a Brooklyn
hospital, organizes an annual memorial for those patients who have died during
the past year. Held last week, this
year’s memorial attracted about 100 mourners.
Among them was a woman in her seventies, who told the following anecdote
about her mother, who lived with her and who died in her mid-nineties.
A few months before her mother died, the two of them went to
an evening party. After awhile the
mother went home but the daughter remained at the party for a few more
hours. When she came home, her mother
gave her hell for staying out so late.
“I had to wait up for you until you came home, and all the time I was worried!”
If I manage to live to my mid-nineties, I hope I’ll be able
to go home by myself from an evening party, but I also hope that I won’t be so
far gone as to talk to my children like that.
As parents we’re responsible for the care and nurturing of
our children from infancy to their adulthood, but at some point we have to let
go. We have to let them make their own
way along with their own mistakes, even as we grit our teeth to keep ourselves
from giving them unsolicited advice.
That old lady was worried about her daughter, even though
her daughter was an old lady too. That’s
only natural. We worry about our
children and then, to a lesser extent, about their children, as long as we
live. A mother once told me that she
was only as happy as her least unhappy child, and a mother of five told me that
she was glad she had so many children.
She figured that at any one time at least one of them was likely to be
in good shape.
Before I became a parent, I thought that once my as yet
unborn children turned 18, I could forget about them. How absurd!
Your children are forever uppermost in your mind.
“Sorry is the hardest word,” according to an Elton John
lyric, but even harder is to say nothing at all, when tempted to give your
adult child unsolicited advice. When a
child marries, I once heard, you should open your wallet and shut your
mouth. I’m not sure about the first, but
as for the second, it’s essential, no matter how worried you are about your
child.
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