Those two words seem at odds for me. There needs to be another term to describe your children when they move out and become adults and yet they will always be my children. If any of you have a better term please let me know!
This past weekend we went to a restaurant where my son, Andrew works. Andy is an amazing artist and a musician. He’ll soon have a degree in fine arts. Right now he’s supporting himself by working a chocolate bar as a cook. He wears a black chefs jacket and a huge smile. He’s happy creating chocolate desserts. I would be happy too working around all that yumminess but that’s another blog posting! I find it difficult to see him working in a kitchen, mixing ingredients, washing dishes as needed. I wish I had tapped into that talent when he was living at home. Maybe I can convince him to make desert at Christmas this year? Andy are you reading this? What do you think?