My daughter is dealing with something that I wish that she didn’t have too.  And everything in me is wanting to jump right in and make everything right.  Just take her pain away and protect her and my grand kid.  In my head I know I can’t be but that doesn’t jive with the Momma in me that wants her to be safe. In my home. Where I’m Momma bear and can pounce when I need to.

No it doesn’t end just because she turned 18. There isn’t a switch that you can flick that says “Ok your 18 now, all of your problems are your own.  Go forth and be grown”

Ha!

The pain that I heard in her voice shook me to my core and I went into autopilot.  She needed me and off I went.  Threw on some clothes, grabbed my purse, my phone and ran out the door. No hesitation.  Without a second thought.

I had to think back to when she was a little girl.  Or a teenager and we would have our conflicts.  And I have to admit, I would think “I cant wait till she gets older and I don’t have to worry about this stuff anymore.”  Ha!

It doesn’t end when they become of age.

I know that “this too shall pass” but this feeling of helplessness, I don’t think that I will ever be able to get pass it.

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