Is there an imaginary cutoff period when offspring become accountable for
their own actions? Is there some 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 and I asked, ‘When do
you stop worrying?’
The nurse said, ‘When they get out of the accident stage..’
My Parents 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 Parents 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, they’ll be adults. They’ll be off on their own, they’ll be out of
your hair’
My Parents 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. Even though they
were on their own I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented
by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments, and there was
nothing I could do about it.
My Parents just smiled faintly and said nothing.
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 parents’ warm
smiles and their occasional, ‘You look pale. Are you all right’? ‘Call me
the minute you get home’. ‘Are you depressed about something?’
My friends said that when I became a grandparent that I would get to enjoy
the happy little voices yelling ‘Grandma! Grandpa!’ But now I find that I
worry just as much about the little kids as the big ones. How can anyone
cope with all this Worry?
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 earthly creation?
Recently, one of my own children became quite irritable, saying to me,
‘Where were you? I’ve been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was
worried.’
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch has been passed.
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”