The week my daughter has started her first full time job. She’s worked since she was 15 as a swimming teacher, barista at the local coffee shop, student ambassador etc. However this the first full time job she’s ever had. She also handed in her thesis for her masters – thank goodness Mrs F and I became her final proof readers and spent an intense day discussing very grammar points – largely because all of us had a different view on them!
So both my “kids” are adults with “proper” jobs now. We’ve nurtured them into the world, onto solid food, to walk, ride bikes (ok my mother did that with both of them actually), to school, through clubs (Scouts, Swimming, Drama) to university and now into the world of work.
So that’s it then isn’t it… I’ve done the parenting bit haven’t I? I know that you never stop being a parent as much as they’ll never stop being our children but it is a significant landmark to have reached and something I can feel proud of – especially as both of them are still very much part of my life and me theirs – not something I was sure would be true 15 years ago.