One of my clients once told me that there was no one in the world who could make her as angry as her children. I agree.
In my professional life I deal with the most intimate details of a person's life. Clients tell me what side of the bed they sleep on, where they keep their underwear and how they like to shower. We discuss money situations, how they interact with husband/wife, children, co-workers, what bothers them about the person they live with and lots more most people only discuss with their therapists. I'm an interior designer.
In spite of all this personal information and the quirky things clients do; and in spite of the surprising and sometimes idiotic things other family members do (including hubby), nobody moves me like my kids do.
Grocery shopping yesterday I had to hide behind the loaves of bread to wipe away my tears as I thought of my son's swollen feet and sunburnt ears. It's his choice, his adventure, I thought, but those feet still popped into my mind's eye. And I worry he'll be attacked by a bear or a wild cat!
My children have grown into very interesting adults. They are smart, honest, strong and even when they are afraid, they do the right thing. My heart bursts with pride when I think of them and of their "wild and crazy" challenges. But, honestly, sometimes I wish they were still little and listened to what I said. I pray for them each day and send them white light.
Please keep Adrian, my son in your thoughts.
