Mom-Guilt. The superpower noooooobody warns you about. And nobody wants.

Gah. Vexing as hell.
I had a discussion with my 20yo recently, that now that he’s an adult? I can’t “just” send him for fun filled sleepover, weekend at the grandparents, school break camp, sleep away camp when I’m doin badly. Nor would he much appreciate my stringing up fairy lights, setting the tent in the living room, ordering in pizza/Chinese /Indian and doing a movie marathon… because today? This weekend? This week? Is cancelled.
Because the thing is? I’ve been sending him off on adventures
whenever I’ve been having a hard time, his whole life. He never knew that was why, so this -me being holed up and hurting- seems “new” to him, and he wants to glom on, which just makes things SUPER bad for him, and harder for me. Yes. I know I’m shite right now. No, no, no…. Kiddo. Seriously. I’ve been doing this since before you were born. You do NOT need to worry about me. And the only thing that would really help me out? Call up your girlfriend, go camping with the boys, go on a college tour, get on a plane to see you uncle, habitat humanity. Something. Anything. Adventure yourself up, rather than chaining yourself here, feeling trapped, because of “me”. Both of us making each other miserable-er. I’m FINE. I am not new to this. You are, and are freaking out as a result. Seeeeeriously. Go have some fun, bring me back stories, that’s what you can do for me.
Covid sort of fawked the transition plan I had between my sending him off, and his going as a matter of course. Stupid effing Covid.
So there are downsides to your kids never seeing you in a hard place, too.
But just because we’re parents? Doesn’t mean we stop being people. Who have ups and downs, good days and bad, make mistakes and triumph. We simply do the best we can, with what we have, in the moment.
And that’s not wrong.
Superpowers be damned.