As a parent, I’ve come to realize just how unimportant I’ve become. Seriously. Somewhere along the line, my kids grew up and decided they no longer required my constant presence.
While I know this is a positive development, it still stings a bit. Just last week, my youngest finally got his driver’s license! I thought to myself, “Yes! No more being interrupted by their schedules.” Gone are the frantic days of juggling work, tidying up the house, running errands, and preparing meals all within the narrow windows of time between school drop-offs and pick-ups. And thank goodness, no more late-night drives to fetch them from friends’ houses! I can finally slip into my pajamas before 10 p.m., without the fear of being pulled over by a cop who might mistake me for a drifter because I look like one. My sleepwear of choice? A pair of old shorts, a faded tee, and a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt I “borrowed” from my brother back in high school.
But imagine my surprise when my son drove away for the first time and I thought, “Wait! I’m supposed to be your personal chauffeur!” Just like that, after 16 years on the job, I had been unceremoniously let go from my role. Wow.
In our household, we often joke that I’m trying to get fired from being a mom. When I whip up a mediocre dinner or forget to do laundry, I jokingly plead with my family to let me go. “I’m just not cut out for this,” I say. “Fire me! I’ll be just fine.” But deep down, I never really meant it.
I once read that the aim of parenting is to make ourselves unnecessary. We’re meant to equip our kids with the skills they need to thrive on their own so they won’t need to call us for help on the basics, like boiling water (that’s what YouTube is for, right?). We teach them how to read, write, use the bathroom independently, cross the street safely, and even handle their own laundry, all with the hope that they will eventually flourish without us. And honestly, a part of me is keen to be free from all the little tasks, too.
But be careful what you wish for.
It doesn’t really matter if you’re a stay-at-home parent or one who balances a full-time job; most parents just want to care for their kids. We want to nurture them, and part of that involves doing things for them. However, when your children no longer need your help, it’s both gratifying (Yay! Mission accomplished!) and a bit melancholic (Who am I going to read bedtime stories to now?).
I’m not nostalgic about the more tedious tasks, like changing diapers, but I do miss the fulfilling aspects of parenting. Driving them around felt safe, and it was during those car rides that we had some of our best conversations. Kids tend to forget you’re there when you’re behind the wheel, and they often reveal things they wouldn’t normally say in front of you. Sigh. Those days are gone.
Now, I have to adjust to my newly simplified role. While my responsibilities have been reduced, I’m not entirely obsolete just yet. As I write this, my 20-year-old son just asked what we have to eat for lunch.
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In summary, as my kids become more independent, I’m navigating the bittersweet transition from active participation to a more hands-off approach, while still finding small ways to contribute to their lives.