As I sit down to write this, I’m reminded of the different stages of my parenting journey, which I know I’ve shared with you before. There was that phase when my child, a toddler, persistently cut her hair, no matter how cleverly I hid the scissors or how many threats I made about shaving it all off. Then came the tween years when she insisted on wearing shorts in the dead of winter, unfazed by the freezing temperatures. Next, there was the tumultuous teenage phase, complete with eye-rolling and moments that felt akin to scenes from a horror movie. And now, here we are in the era of “Oh my goodness, I have a grown child!”
I find myself reflecting on my past behavior, and I want to sincerely apologize. In this moment, I am truly sorry. I regret every instance when I acted like I had all the answers about adulthood after only a few minutes of experience, even while driving around in the car you provided.
It’s perplexing, really. I remember how emotional I felt when I dropped my daughter off at college—tears streamed down my face as she walked away, and I accepted that this was simply a part of life. But now, she’s so absorbed in her own world that she hardly has time for a phone call. I understand she’s exploring her independence, but it’s still frustrating.
She seems to have a knack for missing my calls while simultaneously posting on social media, and when I try to reach out to offer support—like helping with a bill—she claims she didn’t see my messages. It’s a surreal experience, and I have to take a deep breath to keep my emotions in check.
Mom, every moment of my own rebellion as a young adult comes rushing back. I can hear your voice saying, “This too shall pass.” But when? Will I ever want to live with her again? Right now, it feels uncertain. I love her dearly—she’s amazing, and I want to celebrate that. I might even print a shirt with “I love my daughter” just to remind myself of that every day.
I can almost hear the critiques from other parents judging my candidness about my struggles. But here’s the thing: I’m looking at my daughter through a lens of experience and wisdom, and it’s not always pretty. I remember wanting to break free, thinking I had it all figured out, and driving away in the car you gifted me.
Are all college students like this, or is it just her taking after me? I anticipated some distance when she left, yet I’m clearly unprepared for this phase of parenting. She isn’t fully ready for adulthood, even if she thinks she is, and her father and I still have a role to play in her life. We are navigating this strange limbo together, and it’s evident that we’ll make mistakes along the way.
In the end, our shared goal is simply to come through this intact, with love for one another—even if some days are tougher than others. Today, I think I’ll let a few messages go unanswered from her and instead reach out to you, Mom.
With love,
Your Daughter
P.S. I truly appreciated that car, and the other one too.
Further Reading
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Conclusion
In summary, the experience of raising an adult child is often fraught with confusion and emotional ups and downs. As parents, we must navigate this new territory, acknowledging our past behaviors while striving to maintain our relationships with our children.