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I have always been one of those people who want to do something: take a class in documentary filmmaking, make more time for my husband and me, take an exotic vacationthe list goes on and on. My mind is filled with ideas I put on the back burner of my life, intending to do it next month, next year, when I have time, etc., etc., ad nauseum.

It was a chance remark made by a friend that helped me realize how I was wasting precious time by putting things off. I was talking about wanting to go to France but, as usual, the trip was assigned to sometime in the future. My friend off-handedly responded by saying, “I wouldn’t keep putting off what you want to do, Kristen. You and I, we’re getting closer to the gate, if you know what I mean.”

I knew exactly what she meant—the gate to which she was referring wasn’t the pretty white picket one attached to the fencing surrounding her property, it was the after-life pearly one.

Her message was clear: no matter what we’d like to think, we’re not going to live forever so don’t wait, grab life and live it as well as you can. Carpe diem!

Now, seriously, I have no intention of reaching that heavenly gate any time soon but, as we all know, there is no guarantee on how much time is allotted to any one of us. I wanted to start to carpe diem as soon as possible.

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In order to do so, I needed to get the rest of my life priorities straight and make necessary changes. Taking stock of what was preventing me from doing things I longed to do was priority number one. I loved my career as a writer, even deadlines don’t bother me. My marriage is solid and happy. So far, so good.

Then I looked at my role as a mother.

Most relationships naturally change as time passes, but motherhood for me was still the demanding role it had been when my children were, well, little children. I was still a mommy and not a mom. It seemed that I was always available, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for my children. Intense mothering had me in stress overload.

It was time for me to stop parenting as if I were still the mother of minor children.

My girls are women, yet even as adults, they ran to me with every conceivable problem, big or small. In fairness to them, this was in no small part due to the way I had always responded to their problems. My usual mommy reaction to every need was always the same, “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it,” and I did.

The saying that “You can only be as happy as your least happy child,” rings very true even for mothers of adult children. We see their problems, and we want to take care of our children and make things all right for them. It’s a daunting task when your children are little and even more so when they have adult issues.

The worst thing any parent can do is to react emotionally to a child’s problem, something I had always done when my daughters were concerned. I love my daughters, and, God knows, I’d spent their formative years, along with my husband, protecting them, supporting them in their activities, and making sure they had the best education. However, in my need to cushion them from hurt and sorrow, I was not always successfully teaching them to be independent. The instinct to take care of them caused me to react in emotionally charged ways.

My solution of “I’ll help at all costs” was not only damaging to my relationship with my children, (they weren’t given the chance to gain precious insight and experience by solving a problem on their own), but also to my relationship with my husband, their father.

His love for them is boundless, but he does see them as adults and feels they should be able to handle daily hassles by themselves.

“Not everything is a major crisis, honey,” is what he tells me. “They’re intelligent young women; let them work out what’s going on in their lives by themselves.”

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As far as being a parent of adult children went, I had to understand the fact that I couldn’t parent educated adults with post-grad degrees in exactly the same way I did when they were eight years old. It was time for me to adult-parent.

That hyphenated word meant I would be available to them, I would listen to their problems and advise them as best I could, but I would no longer be the one who says “I’ll take care of it.” As responsible adults, they had to do the problem-solving with only some minor parental input. I was entitled to live my life the same as they were to live theirs. As hard as it was for me and, for a short while for my children as well, I did it.

Adult-parenting, I found out, is delightfully freeing.

My daughters and I began a tentative adult-level relationship that has blossomed well into a mom-daughter one. I am happy to see that these girls of mine have become young women of substance and strength, more than capable of navigating their way through life.

They need Mom, but they definitely don’t need Mommy.

Throughout our lives we have many roles; motherhood is only one of them. The role of mother should change and adjust just as all roles we play adjust to the circumstances of our lives. Our children will always be our children, but there’s a vast difference between the minor child and the adult one.

I feel freer to pursue what I want to do in my life. Having an adult parental relationship with my children has eliminated stress in my own life, and they are learning to solve problems on their own.

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Kristen Houghton

Kristen Houghton is the award-winning author of the popular series, A Cate Harlow Private Investigation.  She is also the author of nine novels, two non-fiction books, a collection of short stories, a book of essays, and a children’s novella. Her horror novel, Welcome to Hell, was nominated for a Bram Stoker Award. Houghton has covered politics, news, and lifestyle issues as a contributor to the Huffington Post. Her writing portfolio includes Criminal Element Magazine, a division of Macmillan Publishing, Today, senior fiction editor at Bella Magazine, interviews and reviews for HBO documentaries, OWN, The Oprah Winfrey Network, and The Style Channel. Before becoming a full-time author, Kristen, who holds an Ed.D. in linguistics, taught World Languages at the high school and university levels. Along with her husband, educator Alan William Hopper, she is a philanthropist for Project Literacy and Shelters With Heart, safe havens for victims of domestic abuse and their pets.

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