Parenting adults

That heading should give me pause. I should know better. I do know that I can't parent my adult children - but my gut keeps trying. Why I would think I know better than they on a vast variety of questions, I don't know. I do know that I feel I have to "fix" things when I think they are wrong or making mistakes.

I have to admit, I'm doing it for me. I get filled with fear that they are doing the wrong thing - my anxiety becomes so obsessive that I can't sleep or feel at ease until I've resolved the issue.

They don't ask for help - they don't ask for solutions - they don't want my input - they don't want my solutions - they don't listen if I tell them about my solutions........

It's MY fears that drive me. If I can imagine the worst outcome of any situation, I can imagine it happening to me or mine. I think this part of the Holocaust mentality. The black cloud of feeling endangered always hangs over me and any little suggestion that it's going to rain on me sets me off.

So what's the worst that could happen in this instance? Marcus becomes one of those flashers who likes to expose himself to people? Mia will become sexually active at 15 because of the stimulation at home - puleeze! They are both smarter than that.

Mia did reach out to me and let me know that the letter to Dear Abby was indeed hers. Did she expect me to do anything? I did write Toni an email to try to make her more aware and responsive to Mia's needs but haven't heard back - probably won't. I hope my email didn't make Toni take it out on Mia - she has done that in the past and she's hard on her.

I'm not sure I can do any more to help and I probably need to turn this over to my Higher Power because I can't do anything else. So here goes....I'm hereby letting it go and letting G-d.

I feel better already.