My pictures don’t match my posts in that I may write about one child but show the picture of another. Often I don’t name the child, I’ll give their age as an indicator of the maturity level I should be dealing with, but sometimes I’m talking about their age back then, blurring the lines but protecting their privacy. I'm not talking about my son-in-law pictured here, he's an extremely successful man.

Some of my grown kids are finding out that all the things I dogged them about as teenagers have come to pass.

“I told y’all it was a cold, cruel world out there,” is my favorite one. “Life is hard enough with God, I can’t imagine trying to function without Him,” is another.

Last night my 31 year old daughter told my 18, 14 and 12 year old daughters that everything Mom has said was on target. They stared at her in astonishment, like she’s a traitor to the female teenager race. “OK, go learn the hard way,” she airily suggested to them.

My favorite ridiculous moment was when my then 18 year old other daughter told me with a straight face that she wanted to go out and make her own mistakes.

Choose to make mistakes? Why not choose to make good decisions? Heck we all make enough mistakes without intentionally trying to do so.

Several of my grown kids have returned over the years to work on their financial mistakes, their impulse spending, and meager attempts to save money.

One grown kid emailed me just yesterday wondering if she and her family could come stay with us as she finishes up her last semester in college.

There’s no room right now. I have three grown kids with children already living on our property right now, two with their husbands.

Bill Cosby’s words are ringing in my years as he bemoaned his own children’s boomerang moving around events, “They move out and the move back in, bringing more with them.”

Yep, I’ve found this to be so in our case.

Photo Credit Yolie Neely