I love my children, I really do. But God knows, after almost nineteen years of being a mum my patience is worn thin. I've taught them everything I know; I've loved them to within an inch of my life; I've supported them in every way I know how and I've gently nudged them towards independence. So what do you do if they're not interested in leaving the nest?
SH No. 1 and I have a five year plan. The plan is that in five years, both girls will have finished uni and have a job, while No. 1 son will have finished high school. When this glorious day happens, we plan to move into an inner-city apartment by the river. A two bedroom apartment. With only enough room for the two of us (plus No. 1 son until he too has a job and flys the coop). But as the time gets closer and closer, I'm beginning to realise it may not be quite so simple.
My already 'adult' child is far from independant and I often find myself wishing university in Australia was the same as college in America where, externally, you tearfully wave them goodbye while internally, you're grinning at the prospect of them becoming independent human beings - job done. As it is at the moment, I find myself thinking I haven't done such a great job because my five year plan looks like becoming a ten year plan, in which case, I'll be leaving before they do.
Maybe my gentle nudging will have to become one big push - off the lounge and into the wide, wide world.
SH No. 1 and I have a five year plan. The plan is that in five years, both girls will have finished uni and have a job, while No. 1 son will have finished high school. When this glorious day happens, we plan to move into an inner-city apartment by the river. A two bedroom apartment. With only enough room for the two of us (plus No. 1 son until he too has a job and flys the coop). But as the time gets closer and closer, I'm beginning to realise it may not be quite so simple.
My already 'adult' child is far from independant and I often find myself wishing university in Australia was the same as college in America where, externally, you tearfully wave them goodbye while internally, you're grinning at the prospect of them becoming independent human beings - job done. As it is at the moment, I find myself thinking I haven't done such a great job because my five year plan looks like becoming a ten year plan, in which case, I'll be leaving before they do.
Maybe my gentle nudging will have to become one big push - off the lounge and into the wide, wide world.
I feel your pain!! Thanks for your comment on my blog today. Its so lovely to know that someone else knows where you're coming from! I really hope your 5 year plan works out. It has made me start to think of a 5 year plan of my own!! Sarah x
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