What counts

Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. Albert Einstein

My son recently turned 18 years old. My children are adults now. Wow! I feel like I have passed through a door through which I will not return. There is a measure of sadness in this passing, but this is the way it must be.

My role as a protector and provider is rapidly shrinking. They just don’t need me like they used to. It pleases me to see them grow and mature, but it comes at the expense of my perceived importance.

Will my children turn to me for guidance and advice as they become young adults? Probably not. They will learn by doing, not by lecture. Always have. Always will.

I count myself lucky for the journey my children gave me, and I think they feel the same way. That is what counts.