When my kids were younger, I would have thoughts that when they got older, life would be easier. And now that they are older, it’s not easier, just different.
Parenting adult children takes a lot of tongue biting and asking questions about what they think. When my children were younger, I could direct them more and what I said was basically law. Now, that my oldest two are on the brink of leaving home, I listen more. In some ways, it takes more emotional energy because sometimes I have to think about each of my responses. I can’t tell them what to do. They have to figure out what they believe and why do they believe it.
It’s hard as a parent to see them struggle with an area in their life. But in the long run, I want it to be their victory rather than mine.