Black1
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Mom sent this to me... 
WORRY
Is there a magic cutoff period
when Offspring become accountable
for their own actions?
Is there a 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.
I asked,
"When do you stop worrying?"
The nurse said,
"When they get out
of the accident stage."
My Dad 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 dad 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,
you can stop worrying.
They'll be adults."
My dad 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.
There was nothing
I could do about it.
My Dad just smiled faintly
and said nothing.
I continued to anguish
over their failures,
be tormented
by their frustrations
and absorbed
in their disappointments.
My friends said
that when my children
got married
I could stop worrying
and lead my own life.
I wanted to believe that,
but I was haunted
by my dad's warm smile
and his occasional,
"You look pale.
Are you all right?
Call me the minute
you get home.
Are you depressed
about something?"
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 life?
One of my children
became quite irritable recently,
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.
PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS
And also to your children,
That's the fun.....
WORRY
Is there a magic cutoff period
when Offspring become accountable
for their own actions?
Is there a 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.
I asked,
"When do you stop worrying?"
The nurse said,
"When they get out
of the accident stage."
My Dad 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 dad 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,
you can stop worrying.
They'll be adults."
My dad 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.
There was nothing
I could do about it.
My Dad just smiled faintly
and said nothing.
I continued to anguish
over their failures,
be tormented
by their frustrations
and absorbed
in their disappointments.
My friends said
that when my children
got married
I could stop worrying
and lead my own life.
I wanted to believe that,
but I was haunted
by my dad's warm smile
and his occasional,
"You look pale.
Are you all right?
Call me the minute
you get home.
Are you depressed
about something?"
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 life?
One of my children
became quite irritable recently,
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.
PASS IT ON TO OTHER WONDERFUL PARENTS
And also to your children,
That's the fun.....
