Full Circle

The other day my son told me that his favourite part of the day was coming downstairs to the kitchen in the morning and seeing me there, washing dishes or sipping my tea. He described how happy it made him to know that I’d be there and he could talk to me about his sleep, what he’s processing, and what was up for the day. I gave him a big hug, and thanked him for the sentiment.

I admit, it’s one of my favourite times of the day with my children too. I told him that I hope he finds someone he can share his life with, and that each and every day he wakes up with a smile, joy in his heart, and gratitude that he can walk into the kitchen and share his hopes, dreams, worries, and what he’s processing through with someone who loves him back in the same way.

As parents, we always want what is best for our children. Allowing them to grow into who they want to be is different than trying to mould them in our image. They are different people than we are, and while we may not understand their choices, or why they do things, it’s important to allow them to figure out some things on their own. Providing guidance without telling them what to do is a tricky thing. Parents have a lot of wisdom to pass on, but I’ve learned a lot from my children because I’ve admitted that I don’t know everything.

My kids grew up in a different generation than I did with different technology and social interactions. To say that I know everything is a falsehood, so I never pulled that card. There are issues they’ve had that I’ve never had to face. Their parents went through a divorce. Mind didn’t. There are many things I’ve taught them, and one of the most important is how to communicate and express themselves whether it’s through their emotions or their perspective on things.

I value their opinions as they do mine. I enjoy dinners together, and as adults we know when to give each other space and respect our individual lives. They’re becoming some of my best friends, and I can’t wait to see what they build in their lives, and the relationships they will have.

And I dream of the day I can visit with my son, walk into his kitchen, see his lovely partner, and witness their interaction, all before I eat their food and drink their coffee. It all comes full circle at some point, doesn’t it?