I didn't make it to my chorus last night. Our older son was over, and I wanted a bit more time with him, as I don't see him that often. He's such a dear man, and so sweet with my husband and I. I feel gratitude for living long enough to see my children become adults, and I do mean adults. They make me proud. What a fine balance it takes to listen, not give advice when it's not asked for, and not "take over" the conversation. I'm still learning how, and there seems to be no manual.
At least I realize I don't necessarily know what is best for them, and I've got no idea about the economy, or houses, or work versus school. So much of it is luck. We've owned four houses and the first one doubled in value in 4 years, the second on had to be sold in a housing slump and barely paid off the mortgage, the third made a little money, and I really have no idea what our current house is worth. It depends on the day, the market, the emotions of people who buy or don't buy. Intangibles.
Was grad school worth it? A lot of income was lost to do what we dreamed of, and it hasn't been made up for, but we have worked at what we love. How do you measure?
We had kids at crazy times - with little or no financial security. Both times I was in grad school I had kids - 2 toddlers the first time, three kids and pregnant with the fourth at the end the second time. Was it hard? You bet. Did it make any rational sense? Not hardly. Do I regret it? Never.
Don't know. I don't really know when I make a decision what is in the future. Not personally, not Nationally, not with Mother Nature. It's forever stepping off the cliff, and then sort of flying by letting the wind lift me where it will.
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