【Re-parenting my 25-year-old daughter】 Blowing away thought habits

Even though I had been working hard as a writer and looking forward to living alone,
I couldn't accept something that went against my daughter's beliefs, and I ended up back in the same financial state as before.

Taking this as an opportunity, I began to question whether writing was really what I wanted to do.

It might be an easy way for my daughter to earn money, but something felt off.

Then, what else could I do?

My heart was anxious.

You should just take your time and find yourself without worrying about money.
At that time, I was someone who wouldn't be easily shaken.

My daughter would sometimes feel very overwhelmed, tormented by various thoughts about her job, income, and health.

She would voice her feelings,saying things like "it's painful" or "it's tough."Even though I was supposed to be unshakable, for a moment, my heart would race, wondering if she was having a relapse.

I was clearly shaken, wasn't I?

I repeated the cycle of 《being surprised》 → 《my daughter being able to shift her mood after a day》 → 《me, as a mother, feeling relieved that I had worried too much》 several times.

My daughter found a completely different new job.

It was a genre I had wanted to experience once.

I had a desire to learn how to plan and manage events and do everything on my own, so it was a good job to experience the entry point for that.

The workplace was, as expected, far from home.

The work itself was interesting and fun, and her new social circle expanded dramatically.
Even so, it was frustrating that people stopped inviting her out because she was always worried about the time to get home.


Daughter, your last train is early, right?…maybe next time.


Reaching this point, missing out on so many perfect opportunities had become unbearable.

Theliving aloneI had envisioned.

The time I had planned to move had long since passed.

By now, she should have been starting her new life.

I want to move out right now.
But I can't say I have enough income to live on.
There's no way I can live alone unless I find a job and earn money first.
Even if I get a part-time job locally, I'd have to quit once I move.
Commuting to a part-time job near where I'd move would be too far from home, and my body would scream.

Waaaaaaaah!!!

It was my daughter's habit of thinking.

Enough!I'll overturn it with a drastic remedy!I decided to take a gamble.

Daughter,
don't make excuses, just look for a room first.
Once it's decided, we'll find a job then.
You have enough money to live for two or three months, right?
It'll work out somehow!

Huh? I'm allowed to do that?

My daughter, having shifted her perspective 180 degrees, began to move as if a weight had been lifted from her.

By the next day, she had already made an appointment with a real estate agent.

[Daughter, 25: Redoing Parenting] Thank you for reading.
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