Sounds familiar Green. I was a constant worrier - inherited from my Dad who worried about everything and anything. When they left for Uni I didn't worry too much - almost out of sight, out of mind but not quite.... but when they came home, I started to worry again - waiting until I heard the door close at 3 am, wondering if they had been molested on the long walk back from the pub (all of 50 yards) all silly things; then, one day I took myself in hand and decided that all this worry was not good for me; they were, by that time, well grown up and married and I transferred my 'worry' mentally to them and since then have tried to just get on with my own worries
. Of course, when they ring and tell me about their problems, illnesses, pregnancies, mothers-in-law, baby troubles or whatever, I sympathise and offer advice and help and in some cases worry but not half as much as I used. We Mums will never not care, but we have to learn to let go and let them get on with their own lives unencumbered by us ...
Fingers crossed for sleep tonight🤞


