The kids have grown and moved out. They’ve got their own families and their own lives now. So have I stopped worrying about them? Of course not!
To me, that 33 year old store manager is still my little boy and I have to ask him if he’s getting enough rest with such a busy schedule. That 42 year old lady with grandchildren of her own still gets a phone call if she’s got the flu. And I still wish I could hold her in my arms and make everything all better.
So I hate to break it to you, but your concern for your kids won’t go away, instead it will increase with the birth of each grandchild. I spent my whole morning the other day researching the Internet – trying to find out why my baby grandgirl has such a bad cold and what we could do about it.
Doesn’t matter if they live near or far away. I have both scenarios and it doesn’t make a difference. Especially now that I can see what my faraway kids are doing thanks to Facebook. Now I don’t have vague, what are they doing now, kind of worries, but ones that are more specific.
I have to confess, I have the ability to worry myself into the grave if I so choose. But instead, I choose to cast my cares on Christ. I am so thankful I can do that. Otherwise, I hate to think what I would be like.
