It’s not about me

My three children are legal adults now. Ages 23, 21, and 18. Boy, girl, boy. Nobody has moved out on their own yet, and that is fine with their mother and I. All good things will occur in their proper time.

#1 son asked us a question last week. He has been saving for a car and is getting close to his goal. He is also starting conversations about what it will take (financially) for him to live on his own. The questions are getting more serious each time we speak. His most recent inquiry caught us by surprise.

“What mistakes did you make in life? I want to know so I can avoid them.” he asked.

My wife and I looked at each other for several seconds before we started answering with several stories of how stupid we had been about money in our early married years. One hour later, he seemed satisfied with our discussion for now.

Daughter had a chinchilla emergency Saturday night. One of the females was having trouble giving birth. Four hours and no progress. She called the on-call veterinarian and drove off with her younger brother at 3 a.m. to get animal medical services. An emergency Cesarean performed to rescue the baby chinchilla was too late.  The female survived and is recovering at home once again. She will never be a mother. Our daughter handled the financials, paid cash for the surgery, and is providing ongoing care.

#2 son is always there to help his sister. He drives her places. He makes meals for her. He helps with her medical treatments. He helps with her animals – feeding, cleaning cages, watering, etc. They go pick up furniture together, bring it home, fix it up, and sell it. We rarely hear any murmuring from him. He willingly helps her do so many things. It lifts a burden from us and is a great blessing in our lives.


When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?

2 thoughts on “It’s not about me

  1. A lifetime of parenting includes much prayer to offset the worry we experienced. Looking back, a lot of the worry seems unjustified based upon how events turned out. It was much more difficult going through the harder times. I suppose we needed our faith muscles strengthened. 🙂

  2. That’s wonderful to hear. Hearing stories like this speaks a lot about their childhood and upbringing. Mine are eleven and nearly nine. My son has such a lovely disposition, very respectful (like his Dad), my daughter is a bit more passionate like her mother (making us a good match, because we challenge each other). But hopefully they will grow up like yours to be responsible, caring adults 🙂

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