Hippie me.
My girls.
My 20s were wild and crazy: Drugs, sex, and of course rock and roll. Why then, when my 25-year-old daughter dumps her loyal, loving accountant boyfriend for some loser 34-year-old waiter, and then my 22-year-old daughter follows suit two months later, am I crying myself to sleep?
The new guys have tattoos and no health insurance. How will they make a living? How will they be able to give my daughters all they deserve? (Did I just say that?) Yes, I the feminist, ex-hippie want someone for them who will “provide” for my Rachel and my Leah. Never mind that I have worked my whole adult life as an educator. Never mind that I married an educator and, therefore, had to work.
But I love my career and I want to work. Don’t I want the same things for the girls? And in here lies my dilemma. I want them to have the choice to stay home with their kids one day if they want. The choice I didn’t have. Maybe this is a choice they, themselves, would never make. But somehow, remembering four-year-old Rachel telling me that she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom when she grew up, as I dressed for work, makes me think they just might.
The Write Side of 59 
That is a great story. I can totally relate…………
Unfortunately, these are not your choices to make! You need to hang on – your lovely girls will make their own choices – you can’t do it for them! You are a nice Mom, but they have their own fate, path, or maybe lessons they must learn. Let’s check in in 10 years – I’ll bet much is happy in their world and yours!
Elephant
Take a deep breath; inhale . Get ready for ‘tsouris’ for the next development. Love them, cherish them, state your case, get ready for ‘Oh , mom, we love you but —-‘ Your values are instilled and it may take a long long time but eventually your girls will have embedded your values. Likely to be a lot of heartbreak along the way …
Love you and you haven’t changed a bit (picture wise).