{"id":669,"date":"2019-06-05T16:23:13","date_gmt":"2019-06-05T21:23:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/trippingtheawkwardfantastic.com\/vers2\/?p=669"},"modified":"2019-06-05T17:08:38","modified_gmt":"2019-06-05T22:08:38","slug":"when-you-finally-let-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/trippingtheawkwardfantastic.com\/vers2\/2019\/06\/05\/when-you-finally-let-go\/","title":{"rendered":"When You Finally Let Go"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>God has a sense of humor and is also sneaky. It has taken me months to learn a lesson that I thought I already knew. My kid is a grown woman and is capable of making her own decisions without my (constant) input (nagging).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When my daughter moved home after living in New York for two years, I was thrilled and a little apprehensive. We asked her to plan to live at home initially because we figured it would take a minute for her to find a job and we wanted a free house-sitter this summer while we are in Colorado. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have always been a relatively chill mother. I knew she had good sense. She has always been a good girl.  She always did her homework. She is honest to a fault. There have been plenty of times I have encouraged her <em>not<\/em> to tell me things.  She is the one who goes to pick up the friends who make bad choices.  She has a great work ethic.  I knew she would make the transition back to Nashville without a hitch. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We even talked about it before she moved home.  I told her if I overstepped my boundaries and got in her business, that she needed to tell me.  She agreed that she would.  It was going to be fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then she moved home and I lost my mind.  Really. It was like I was possessed by the worst version of myself.  &#8220;What are you doing? Where have you applied? Why don&#8217;t you get someone to look at your resume? Are you wearing that? Aren&#8217;t you going to put on some makeup? You should be networking.&#8221;  And this was not for a week or two, but for a couple (or more) months.  I was a nervous wreck.  I wanted to kill her at some point of every day. My husband just stared at me as I meddled and picked and nagged and suggested and encouraged. &#8220;She is not you,&#8221; he said. I told him I did not want her to be me, but&#8230;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I talked to my best friends.  &#8220;I have lost my mind,\u001b&#8221; I said. &#8220;Yes, you have,&#8221; they agreed.  They all told me that she would be fine and I needed to let her figure it out.  I wanted to, but I could not do it.  She was <em>not<\/em> figuring it out. She wasn&#8217;t doing any of the things I expected. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She was not doing any of the things I expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I am an avid reader, and by that I mean I read a stupid number of novels.  After years of reading helpful, encouraging, uplifting manuscripts, I now devour mysteries, especially historical mysteries.  Over the last several weeks, I have read four or five books where a mother&#8217;s expectations for her adult daughter were central to the plot. Somehow in print, it was easy to see how controlling, selfish, and obtuse the mother was. Each mother character&#8217;s refusal to see or treat her adult daughter like an individual was so clear, so obvious. And, sadly, it took more than a few before I got the message. But, then there it was.  My daughter is not me.  And that is fine. That is good. That is how it should be.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Knowing I was wrong was not enough to shut me up.  Seeing myself in print in story after story finally got my attention. I stopped nagging and started praying.  I actually let it go in my mind and trusted her to figure it out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She got a job offer last night. It is a great opportunity and she will be amazing in this new role.  I know she would have liked to have landed a job much faster than she did, but I think God had a lesson for me and it appears I am <g class=\"gr_ gr_746 gr-alert gr_gramm gr_inline_cards gr_disable_anim_appear Grammar only-del replaceWithoutSep\" id=\"746\" data-gr-id=\"746\">a slow<\/g> learner.  As I said, God is sneaky, but He is relentless. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>God has a sense of humor and is also sneaky. 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