I make all of the effort to maintain ties with my busy adult child. When she “let” me visit (me staying in hotel, paying for all meals), I found myself thanking her. Upon reflection this felt rather pathetic (on my part). |
I loved my (great) parents dearly, but when I was in my twenties I pretty much only saw them when I had no better options (socially). Remembering this is a comfort to me. We should not take it personally. (We know that we won’t always be here, but I don’t think they realize that) |
+1 And she thinks that's a good thing. |
| Yes. Our boy keeps in touch, shares what's happening in his life, and calls often and visits when convenient (4 hour drive away). Our daughter on the other hand, we rarely hear from unless we reach out first, and even then, it's like pulling teeth for her to share anything |