A Mother's Role

She finally did it. She finally got married. And she did it in fine fashion along the cliffs of the Atlantic Ocean in the town of Bundoran, Ireland.
     Good things come to those who wait, they say. I will cling to this and realize that Grandma Hill is resting more comfortably now. There are certain orders to this world, and Mari defied them all. In fact, most people are doing thing back-asswards, and not giving it a second thought. Even I have done a few things in unconventional ways. All-in-all, it has always worked out fine in the end.  However, it's just so darn hard to let go of the customs, traditions and teachings of a woman who drilled them into your head for a lifetime.
    And then there are those two boys . . . another time.
    Regarding children, I've come to understand that my responsibilities have now ended. Nothing should be expected or warranted. There is no guarantee that they will remember the things I have taught, nor should I care at this point in time. They become responsible for their own lives. I have done my work, and now it's time to let go.
    And, now, I look at the beauty before my eyes. Congratulations baby girl! You finally got the family you so desperately wanted. The world is your oyster.