I have been in brain-fog-cobweb mode for nearly a week now. Part of it is the hot dry weather we are having. Another part is a barometric pressure induced migraine.
But, the main part is where I am in life.
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| Source: Wikipedia The linebackers are ready to mow down anyone who threatens their quarterback. |
Being a parent has always been a definer of my life. I am “Mommy” or “Mom”. Used to taking charge: Charging forward, mouth first; and then, falling backward, butt down on the ground.
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| Source: Wikipedia The quarterback controls the play |
Basically, as a parent, I am intransitive, inactive, and definitely on the sidelines. I am done.
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| Source: Wikipedia You're going down, mister. |
That is a hard thing to admit that my active solve-problems parenting is over. That I have been moved to second string. Or, out all together.
My assignment now: 1. Be ‘grandma’ when needed; 2. Observe and listen; 3. Be silent; and, 4. Leave gracefully.
Man. For one who has been a front linesman/quarterback all her life, it is hard to become the water-boy.
