I’m a mom to five kids. Four of them are 21+. Two of them have kids of their own. They are from my first marriage. Their father was extremely abusive and our separation/divorce was less than amicable. For years, my children and I didn’t speak often; if at all. One of my sons still refuses to speak to me. I pray that will one day change. I cannot control his emotions or feelings; but everything happens for a reason.
On the flip side, I have a pretty good relationship with my oldest. My youngest son and I have reconnected and are building a great relationship. My oldest daughter still lives with her dad, so we only speak via email, because her father and I have nothing to do with each other; ever.
I can’t begin to describe how I love receiving texts from my oldest telling me how is day is going. Showing me pictures of mulching a flower bed. He sends me pics of my granddaughter in various aspects of her world. Heck, he even surprised me last year by showing up, with his family in tow, and stayed for three weeks. If you don’t have grandchildren yet, holding your grandchild for the first time is a feeling beyond expression.
No matter how old your kids get, they will always be your babies. They will already pull on your heart strings. Sometimes it hurts to hear (or see) the pain life can cause them. Sometimes just being a sounding board is all you can do. While it sucks to feel helpless, it’s comforting you have reached the stage where they want to include you in their lives again.
So, if your parents are still alive (sadly, mine aren’t), give them a call; even if it’s just to say ‘hi’. Send them a text. Until you have grown children of your own, you have no idea how those simple acts will be cherished.