Parents are forever concerned about their children. At times, they find themselves disappointed by their grown-up sons and daughters. Todays tale is about a few such daughters.
My wife, Margaret, raised three children who are now adults living independent lives. Our eldest, Jack, has a family and works overseas. Every so often, he sends us postcards and photographsusually around the holidays. Margaret holds onto each one with great fondness, bringing them out now and then to reminisce.
We miss you dearly, Jack. Maybe you could find time to come and see us? At least wed get to meet the grandchildren and your wife, she writes to him on occasion.
Our middle daughter, Charlotte, is married to a Royal Air Force officer, which means she moves around rather frequently. Together, theyre raising a little girl. Sometimes, they stop by for a visit. I have a great deal of respect for Charlottes husband; she chose well, and Im proud of her.
Our youngest, Emily, hasnt settled down. She was once married and has a son, but her husband left her. On Margarets advice, Emily relocated to London, hoping to make something better for herself. She managed to find a job as a seamstress at a small factory and brought her boy along.
One morning, Margaret announced she was heading out to visit Emily.
Will you manage on your own for a week? she asked me. I want to check in on Emily, see how shes getting along.
Naturally, I helped load Margarets luggage into the boot and waved her off at the train station. She insisted on dragging those heavy bags herself, wanting to please our daughter. For hours, she rattled along in a second-class carriage, content in the knowledge that shed see her girl for the first time in three years.
Upon arrival, Emily sounded surprised during their call. Mum, why didnt you tell me you were coming? Im at work right now. I can only fetch you from the station this evening.
I thought I might surprise you! Margaret replied. Are you sure you dont mind me waiting?
Its fine, said Emily.
After a long wait, Margaret made her own way to Emilys flat. My grandson, Andrew, greeted her at the doora tall, broad-shouldered lad who reminded everyone of me in my younger days.
Hello, love! Margaret cried, throwing her arms round him. He squirmed away almost instantly. What kept you? Margaret, tired from her journey, asked him.
I had to tidy up the flat and set the table for your arrival. Left work early to make bangers and mash for supper.
Just then, Margarets mobile buzzed. She assured me shed made it, that all was well, and that she and Emily were just about to eat.
As Emily set out bowls for the meal, she asked, Will you have one sausage or two? Margaret was so worn out and peckish, she thought she could eat three, but held back. Just put whatevers ready on the table, and well see.
Eventually, five sausages found their way to the table. So much for a feast welcoming ones own mother, Margaret thought. She assumed money was tight and resolved to help. During dinner, Emily inquired just how long her mum intended to stay, which wounded Margaret deeply. If youd rather I go, I can leave tomorrow, she responded.
The days slipped by. Margaret was alone in the flat all day, and come evening, everyone retreated to their own rooms. Andrew would go off to visit neighbours, Emily would head out with her friends, and my wife was left in solitude.
Margaret began to feel unneeded. As she packed her bags, she overheard Andrew asking, Whens Uncle Ben coming round? We were meant to catch the football.
When Grandmas left, Emily replied.
Margaret quietly finished packing and slipped outside without saying goodbye. I was waiting for her at the door, overjoyed at her return. Turns out, despite all the warmth and care we gave our children, there are times when your grown kids simply dont need you in the same way anymore.
Today, I learned that children eventually carve their own place in the world. As hard as it is, sometimes the best gift you can give is to let them be, and remember that your own happiness matters too.
