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How much help do our grown children need?

That is a good question. Once I read on FB: “when my child turned 18, I gave him a sock and said Doby is free now”. It had me laughing, but that almost how it was when I turned 18, I did not get a sock, I ran, I no longer wanted to live under the same roof with my parents. Few days ago my ex called me and said “our son’s car broke down, we need to help him” to what my only reply was “stop solving his problems, he needs to learn how to deal with them himself”. Father’s first instinct was to fix baby’s problems. Totally understandable, with an exception of one minor detail. Baby is 20 years old, and he needs to learn how to take care of his own problems. He agreed with me, and that was closed. Yesterday I get a call from my dad, and he is asking me to stop by his house, because he has something he wants to talk to me about. Ok, not a problem, on my way home from work I totally forget to go see my parents and come straight home. After a reminder phone call, I get back in my ...

Good Mother, bad Mother

Interesting how a lot of my posts end up being about my parenting and my parents in particular. I talk to my parents over Skype every day, it's more like a ritual at this point. My dad calls me and we exchange news. Most of the time, for the most part it comes down to casual chatting. I am always in the kitchen, making dinner when we talk, so my dad, and mom get to see me make dinner. The other day I went to see them, and saw that they had soup, so I suggested that she uses vegetable broth for cooking instead of regular water for richer taste. So when I was talking to my parent my mom starts giving me lecture on how bad the broth is, because it sits in the closed container on the shelf. So I took the broth out, and read all the ingredients to her, to me it did not sound bad at all, because it was all organic, and I was using it for making food for my dogs. Long story short, I told my mother that it was not for me, it was for the dogs, because she should remember that I have n...