HGS

Handsome Goth Son finally contacted me. He is extremely busy, this being his thesis year combined with having to find another place to live quickly. He found one and is excited about it, but it's more expensive, needs furnishings, and he has to move all his things from one place to another across Portland without a vehicle.

My first impulse, of course, is to take off work and go over to help him. However, I have to remind myself that if I did my job right, my grown-up kids can do things without me mother-henning around them. And I know he can do it.

It seems like so much of what I do is to make myself obsolete and not required for their survival.

Weird that.