What was my role in their lives now that they were all grown up?

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I had this need to “connect” with them.  My approach as a “friend” was usually met with dubiety.  When I tried to counsel my children the reaction was mixed.  If my timing was right it went pretty well.  If not, it was unpleasant at best.  The teacher?  That was a real problem.  I somehow got it in my head that I was there to teach them a lesson.  One night my daughter told me she was going to a friends house.  She eventually told me she’d been with a boy.  I got very upset and called her a liar.  She got very upset and stormed out of the house.  I figured she needed to understand that lying was wrong.  What I failed to understand, but she later explained to me, was, she told me a fib to avoid the inevitable questioning, probing, teasing that she may have had to endure if she’d told me where she really was going. She was probably right. 

https://joyfullyaging.wordpress.com/2020/08/12/who-am-i

I have been blessed with an unprecedented opportunity to connect more deeply with my daughter

I had planned to spend our eight weeks abroad entirely outside, immersed in nature, and (thanks partly to the unseasonably good weather) we have managed to do this. I haven’t had such a good tan in years! And now that the restrictions are easing a little I am exploring our little corner of the world with a fine toothed comb, and realising with a new appreciation just how lucky we are to live here. Far reaching views permeated by the primary hues of spring and intimate encounters with wildlife have exceeded all my expectations,

https://awidowswanderlust.blog/2020/06/01/vanlife-vs-coronavirus