Parenting adult kids is such an interesting journey.
Because it’s like parenting takes on a whole new brand when you shift to adult parenting.
You’re still the parent, of course, and you still want to support and love, but it’s a hands-off kind of a deal.
And why is that so hard for us?
Oh, I’m sure some people have that whole deal down-pat, like there’s nothing to it.
But I’d venture to say that for the majority of parents it makes for an interesting/difficult/triumphant/sad/emotional switch.
We still have all the “answers” (ha! who really has answers??), more like thoughts from our perspective. We’ve been there, we’ve learned, we’ve grown, we “know,” right?
But sometimes we don’t know.
Because we’re not them. And what worked great for us will almost undoubtedly not work quite the same for them.
When they branch off and find their own way, we just have to keep our mouths shut a lot of the time (love whichever blog reader introduced the “KMS–keep mouth shut” terminology to me:)
Anyway, all this to say, I’m learning this over and over again. They’ve got this.
Which brings me to the title of this post: Max made a switch at the beginning of this school year.
He transferred from BYU to UVU.
Yep, he’s almost done (well, just about one year to go).
But he’s doing computer science and he just felt like, after a lot of research and thinking, the program at UVU was a better fit for him.
Oh, Dave and I wondered what in the world he was thinking at first. Why not just finish? Why go through all that trouble?
But guess what? He actually knows more about what he needs than we do. (ha! because duh if you really think about it, right?)
He is loving it, the perfect switch for him, personally.
And I learn, once again, that I’m not in charge any more. I’m just in the stands, cheering my heart out.
Oh, there will be failures. Kids will fall on their faces. Not every choice is a good one.
But the process is the beauty.
And I love watching it all unfold from my spot on the bleachers.