|Pearl of Grief - artist unknown|
Yesterday, I had lunch with Curly-haired Daughter who is stressin' over finals, summer internships, a place to live over the summer, her job, college, food, clothes...you name it. The typical college stuff.
Today, lunch was with Tallest Son, who is planning a several month long trip to Europe before he gets back to the business of earning a degree. While more laid-back than his sister (a hyperactive monkey is more laid-back than his sister), he's worried about making enough money between now and then to keep his life afloat in the manner to which he has become accustomed.
My day today started with a bang: literally. Youngest Son and Dearest Husband got into a testosterone-laden shouting match that left me soothing everyone's jangled nerves, getting Son to school late, then stuck in traffic...
I have a headache. I worry. I plan, re-plan, un-plan. I listen and try to keep my mouth shut when my kids are talking. I am trying to adjust to parenting young adults rather than children and teens.
I'm tired. Sometimes I think that they depend on me 1,000% and would they just please get a life, and other times I stress because they haven't called or texted in two days.
It's a tough job. This morning, the only thing I could think to do was an "emergency" prayer my sister-in-law taught me years ago - a cheap-and-easy novena: nine Memorares. It seemed to have worked, as I got everyone where they needed to go this morning.
Mary, Mother of God, pray for me.