As practiced as I am, I can spend hours and hours on a piece and still make a mistake. When I was younger, I would agonize over it for days and often begin again. What I have realized is that usually I am the only one to know that there was ever a mistake and that I learn as much or more from an error as I do from beginning again.
Parenting isn’t easy. You are your kids’ biggest cheerleader, but at some point there is a shift in your reality as it becomes your child’s reality. And, when your child is more than twenty you probably have little to say about it. You accept their decisions, good or bad (in your perception), but remain the cheerleader on the sidelines. Don’t worry. They’ll sit up and notice eventually. I hope.
Last night our daughter stopped by for a visit and cards after work. She and her new husband had gone to the pumpkin patch that we frequented when our kids were small and she realized that although we weren’t wealthy, we assured them a good time on a budget. They always came away with the pumpkin of their choice and a gallon of cider.
The choices that our children have made haven’t always jibed with our plans for them. Throwing away a full scholarship to a great engineering university was not optimum, but he’s in theater now. Organizing a Contentious Objector workshop with the American Friends Services Committee did not deter our eldest from enlisting and our daughter…
I can’t worry too much. I have my own dreams to follow (guess I won’t be dead any time soon), still. I’ve put them on hold for a long, long time. I can only hope that my chickens (the extended ones, as well) keep learning from their mistakes. Keep your nose to the grindstone and learn something new every day. A wise woman once said, “There are no mistakes in metal; only opportunities.” Nobody remembers your mistakes; only your triumphs.
I can’t fathom any other attitude.