I guess this will be my last addendum to my predicament. I can’t communicate everything about my daughters on this forum. They both were brilliant students and make far more money than I ever did. I just want them to understand my orthodox positions. For example my daughter in Seattle says. “There was a shooting 2 blocks from my house last night but it wasn’t here” or Chop and Chaz were great places to visit or the naked bicycle race was discreet because they had body paint on. Or I go to work a different way because there are homeless at the bottom my street. My daughter in Atlanta has witnessed knifings n MARTA and police searches near her house for mass killers. They just blow these things off and continue to hate Trump. Have a great day Freepers. You are the best!
Have a great day Freepers. You are the best!
I find that a good Scotch or bourbon, neat, results in my GAF attitude towards the confusing politics of my family.
I enabled them by pulling the train, still pulling in fact, but there is no changing in them without their own failures first. And i see that coming, and say nothing.
Sometimes, you have to let the lighted match burn their fingers when they choose not to listen to reason. “Stupid is supposed to hurt”, I believe is the phrase.
Your children know your orthodox views.
You can only respond to their questions, not their predicaments. I am sure you have communicated your worries to them
They are living their lives, not yours, and making their choices not yours. I found this to be helpful to understand the boundaries of my role in my adult children’s lives
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
From The Prophet (Knopf, 1923).