It really never ends. Your kids grow up. They move away. They even have kids of their own, but when they are hurt, they are still your babies. You still ache to be with them you want to get them a blankie, a drink, a snack or whatever it is they might want or need in their time of pain. It doesn't end you will always feel like this when they are in pain.
I have six of them. Six... The youngest is 16. This means I am no where near done. This means all this time that I was counting down to their wings and their freedom was useless. There is no real free time as soon as they need you, you instantly need to drop everything and be there for them. You don't ask questions. You just go. You get up and go.
My son, 23 hurt his finger. He has an open fracture. He goes to the ER they just bandage it and send him home. They tell him to call the local specialist in the morning and the doctor should get him in in the morning. I stay up all night worrying. ALL night. I text in the morning to see what he has found out. They are just going to leave it that way. They tell him maybe they can get to him Monday. This is completely unacceptable. This is my baby. So you work things out and get him to a bigger town and a better ER. The first ER didn't even give him pain medicine. I don't have a car. One of the kids is borrowing it. I feel helpless and like I need to be with him and he is 23. Yep it REALLY never ends.
I guess it is just the way it is.
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