Just Let Me Vent

Just Let Me Vent!

I think I used those words a few times to my husband after a bad day at the office.   But that was me and I was an adult.  And my husband was an adult.  So, I didn’t want him to fix anything!  I was very capable of fixing it myself.  I just wanted to vent my frustrations – get it off my chest!  The gall of him to think I couldn’t handle it!  I thought – “That’s just a Man, always wanting to FIX something!”

But look at what’s happened!  I am hearing those words from my daughter in college.  What?  She doesn’t want me to give her some advice?  She doesn’t want me to send someone an email or call her teacher?  She doesn’t want me to FIX it?  The gall of her to think she can handle it!  I’ve always been there to kiss her boo-boos!  Now, I am just a sounding board!

UGH!  It’s the first signs of empty-nesting!  Give me a minute!  Take a breath.

So now, when she calls me in tears telling me how tough it is, I take a deep breath and say . . .

“Grow Some Balls!  They will serve you well!  Love you!”