Mothers and their babies

If you are a mother then you already know that your children will always be your babies.  My mother is 76 years old and I am 46 and I am still her baby, as are my brothers. If  I am sick or hurting, in trouble or sad she wants to fix it, and make it better.  My boys are 15, 20 and almost 24 and I feel the same way, they are my babies and always will be.  The dilemma comes into play when you don't allow them to grow and mature.  Its a delicate balance between maintaining the status of being someones baby, someones significant other, someones sibling, someones parent, and someones friend. The bottom line is we can be good at these roles  sometimes... but not always at the same time.
 When we have not fared as we would like in some of the roles, its the role of being someones baby that we often need to comfort us into trying again.  When we are children we can't wait to grow up and be independent, but we find that with independence comes hardships, and hard choices and some hard knocks. That is when we find out that the Mothers in our lives (whoever they may be) we so desperately wanted to be independent of are exactly who we reach out for to ground us and tell us everything will be OK.  Even if its not, just having them in your corner makes it bearable.I often tell people when they say they wish they were young again, that I would love to have my young body but keep my old mind.  Lessons we learn in life are seldom free, the prices are often high and for everything we gain something is lost.  I cherish every lesson, and I try to remember as my boys are learning theirs, that I need to let them.  And when they don't turn out as they planned they can still be my babies and I can let then know everything will be OK.... and it will.. Maybe not what they wanted. but OK just the same.
Lest not forget my demons that I am 5 days into to battling....
Tomorrow is payday and I already have a budget in place... but lets not kid ourselves, I always do and before the weekend has ended its gone to hell in a hand basket.  The true test will be making it through the weekend with the budget in tact..... Might mean saying no to the boys when I really want to say yes....
To the diet again.  The doctor says its as simple as in and out... Burn the calories you take in and you will be fine. I am scared to figure it out but I think I would have to remain in constant motion to burn up the calories I am taking in.  I am trying, I am at least tracking what I am taking in everyday.... baby steps, baby steps, yes Mom, I know I can do it..