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 son\’s head.
I asked, \”When do you stop worrying?\” The nurse said,
\”When they get out of the accident stage.\”
My mother 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.
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