Having Adult Children
Thirty plus years ago, I never dreamed that the offspring that my wife and I were producing could bring such joy as adults. Those tiny little beings of our flesh were the know all-be all of our lives for so long, and as they grew into teenagers, yes we had all the normal trials and tribulations. Now they are grown, gone away from home, and leading lives of their own.
As adults, our children still love to come home and share their lives with us. Some of the things they want to share, Mom and I would just as soon they kept to themselves, but we still appreciate their desire to include us.
Our daughter is the oldest. She is a college grad and just a squeak away from attaining a master's degree. She has been a college prof, teaching English, and has recently made a marked career change. She has advanced herself with each job change and is making her mark as a intelligent thinker and writer. She is a single mom of a teenager and takes all the stress of that position with a minimum of stress.
Our son is still living close to us, or at least in the same town. He is an Assistant Manager for a local grocery store, where he excels in customer service. He is an avid martial arts enthusiast and an expert marksman. His subtle sense of humor is a delight and his people skills are excellent. He is married to a teriffic gal, and they are a great match. Before they have children, they are having a great time enjoying each other and some of the finer things of life. He is a budding writer and is writing what I want to think will be the next "great American novel."
Both of our children are children to be proud of. They are as different as night and day, and we wouldn' t want it any other way.
In this day and age, having two children who turn out to be adults we can be proud of might be something of a rarity. I know that when I go to bed at night, I thank the good Lord that we have been so blessed.