A photo from 8 years ago came up on my feed.
It was a great picture of our daughter and two sons sitting outside a cafe in Kensington , they had not been together for over a year.
Despite 3 happy relaxed looking AC, I was having sleepless nights!
Youngest 19 had come back from a year of volunteering overseas and was refusing to talk about university or a career, middle one was living the high life in London and in my opinion drinking too heavily, daughter had come out of an 8 year relationship with a waste of space boyfriend who had dragged her down, she had been financially supporting him as he tried to “ make it in music” .
She barely weighed 8 stone and had a demanding job in the City.
8 years on their lives are so different and positive!
Youngest completed a degree overseas and now works abroad, middle one is married to a fabulous girl and has stopped the heavy drinking!
Daughter is in a great relationship and now mother to our beautiful GC and is a healthy weight.
I am never smug but seeing that picture and remembering our angst made me think how perhaps I should have been more relaxed and trusted in them all to make the right decisions.
Will I ever stop worrying?
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