How to retire from parenting when grown ass kids keep running back to mommy when it is convenient for them.
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Today is move day, thought Pat as she grabs her gym bag out the closet and heads for the door. She yells upstairs to let her youngest child James’s know that she is leaving and should be back before the movers arrive. At 5:30 in the morning, James is still sleep and did not hear his mom. After an hour of working out, Pat shower at the gym before going to her favorite café for an early breakfast. She sat in the café reminiscing about when her five kids were babies. The waitress interrupts her thoughts as she served Pat’s order, a veggie omelet with hash brown and hot coffee. Pat was enjoying her meal when her phone started ringing back-to-back. As she grabs her napkin to wipe her hands before reaching into her gym bag for her phone, she counted as least 4 missed calls. Who is this calling me like the world is coming to an end thought Pat. James calls his mom again before she had a chance to return his call. As soon as Pat picks up the call, before saying hello, James shouts in a panicky tone, “Mom, where are you? The movers will be here in thirty minutes.” “James, you are the one moving, not me. Besides, I told you I was leaving this morning, replied Pat.” “Mom, you know I do not wake up before ten a.m. on the weekends. The movers will be here at 8 a.m., I was depending on you to wake me up before they arrive. If it was not for some clown racing his motorcycle down the street, I would still be sleep. Where are you anyway?” James, I am in the middle of breakfast at J’s café. “Oh, that’s the spot, bring me back a meat lover’s omelet, cheese on top with a side of hash browns and orange juice.” Okay James, I will see you shortly. “Don’t be long mom, your baby boy is hungry.” Pat shifts her thoughts back to when the kids was little. She remembers her parents telling her that she was too young to get marry at the age of nineteen. Pat was so determined to prove her parents wrong; she never asked them for help at the age of twenty-one when she became pregnant with her first child. Pat and her husband figure out life the best they could as their family grew from two to seven. The waitress interrupts Pat thoughts again as she brings the take-out order with the check. Pat goes to the front cashier to pay the check before leaving.
When Pat arrive home the movers was just starting to load the truck. She bought them donuts from the café. James come running down the stairs shouting “Mom, what took you so long?” Pat shakes her head as she thought this will soon be over. Her thoughts flipped to how good it will be to have her garage back after all the weights, dumbbells, drum set, guitars and boxes were out. I am so glad James is taking all the furniture in his bedroom. I will turn his room into an office. No need to have three empty bedrooms. Two guest bedrooms is enough for whoever comes to visit. With all five of my kids out the house, maybe I will join a social club. I am single, fifty-five and ready to mingle. It would be good to have some friends to travel with, or attend entertainment events with.
A few weeks after James moves out the family home, Pat’s phone rings none stop. Her kids were constantly calling to ask her to babysit their kids or to borrow money that they never pay back. Pat felt like all five of her kids were implying through actions that she was their personal assistant. It was like each child was trying to beat the other child to her time and money. As Pat was having lunch in her office her phone rings. She looks at the caller ID; it is Jesse her oldest child. Jesse is thirty-three years of age, marry with two kids. Okay thought Pat today is Wednesday, what can he be calling about. Usually, he calls on Fridays asking me to babysit his kids for the weekend. “Hello Jesse.” “Hey Mom.” “What’s wrong Jesse, you sound horrible.” “That is why I am calling you. I am not feeling well. I am taking the next two days off work and need to stay with you until I feel better.” “Jesse, why can’t your wife take care of you?” “Mom, you know Betty still work outside the home. She does not have the privilege of working from home like you; besides, she does not know how to make the chicken soup you make when we are sick. Your chicken soup always made us feel better as kids.” “Okay Jesse, I will make up the bed in your old room.” “By the way mom, Betty and I need you to babysit the kids this weekend. I need to rest after coming home from your house.” Pat hung up the phone without replying to Jesse’s request for her to babysit. Of course, Pat was not going to say no to Jesse, she just did not want him to think he was in control of her life and time.
I am so happy it is Monday thought Pat; Jesse and his kids wore me out the last four days. I am going to be selfish with my time this weekend. Pat looks at the caller ID of her ringing phone. “What now? Thought Pat.” “Yes James.” “Dang mom, why you answer the phone like that? You are making me feel a certain kind of way.” “Sorry James, I had a long weekend with your brother Jesse’s kids.” “Oh, okay; all is forgiven mom. Look, I am calling because I need you to look over this contract for an upcoming tour as a band member for a major artist.” “Son, it sounds like you need a lawyer.” “Mom, you studied business law, why can’t you do this for me? Besides, I don’t have money to pay a lawyer right now. You know I just moved out. The money I make as a fitness trainer is just enough to cover my monthly expenses.” “Okay James, bring the contract over this evening around 6:00p.” As Pat was going over James’s contract with him, her oldest daughter Pam calls. “Hello Pam, I am here with James helping him with some paperwork. Can I call you back after he leaves?” “Mom, as the baby of the family, James is always taking your time away from the rest of your kids.” “Pam, that is not true. What is it that you need Pam?” “Why you say it like that mom? See, this is what I am saying; every time you are occupying your time with James, you treat the rest of your kids like second class citizens.” “Pam, I am sorry it sounds that way; it’s just that I am tire.” “Well let me get to it so you can get some rest by helping James. I am calling because my friends and I are going on a cruise to the Bahamas. I need to borrow six hundred dollars to pay-off the balance I owe for my share of the cruise.” “Pam, why are you going on a vacation cruise that you cannot afford? What makes you think that I have money sitting in the bank waiting for your future expenditures to come swift it away.” “Mom, I asking to borrow not give to me. You are an old school mom, so I know you have a stash of bills hidden somewhere.” “Pam, you still owe me from the last five times you had to borrow money. I cannot afford to keep letting you borrow money that you do not pay back. When do I start enjoying the fruit of my labor when all my saving is going to my grown kids?” “Wait, hold up shouts James, I don’t ask you for money mom.” “No, you don’t ask me for money James; just to buy you things that cost money.” “Well, this is not about me, so I am exiting left out of you and Pam’s conversation.” “Pam, this is the last time I will be lending you money. The bank is close after this withdrawal. Your father and I have raised you kids without any help from family. We learned how to budget our finances so that we would not become a burden on someone else. We did not assume someone else planned their finances around our needs. We understood our parents were officially retired from parenting once their grown kids moved out the house by age 21. This does not mean that we could not consult with them for advice. Once they advised, we did the work ourselves. I am going to call a family meeting this weekend. I will ask your father to be present. It is time, you 21 and over grown ass kids understand to call a doctor when you are sick and have your spouse nurse you back to health. To not spend what you do not have. To save for rainy days. To hire a babysitter from an outside agency; not your mom. I do not know if you all go to your father as much as you come to me. Either way, it must stop. I want to enjoy my live by taking vacations and hanging out with friends. I would love to be in a romantic relationship with someone again. I cannot do these things as long as I am parenting grown kids.”
Pat finally found the strength to say no to her kids and to live out loud by posting online her enjoyment from the fruit of her labor. Ralph, a college classmate of Pat’s came across one of her postings and decided to send a direct message to her on Instagram. Pat was flabbergasted to receive a message from an old classmate. She was surprised that he recognized her after over thirty years. Pat and Ralph rekindle their friendship and eventually began to exclusively date each other.
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Judy Owens









