I talked to our younger daughter about a work decision she has to make this week for next year, and I was honored that she wanted to discuss it with me. I thought about it before we talked and felt like I gave her my best advice, but after I had this niggling feeling that perhaps I'd suggested the wrong path. I become nervous when giving advice. When I was younger I was more confident, but as I age I see how complicated and convoluted life is, and I possess no certainty. What I do know is that attitude is more important in facing change, and that many paths might be interesting and rewarding. And then there is surprise. The monkey wrench in the works. So part of me knows anything can happen, and rehearsing and preparing don't guarantee an outcome.
I'm watching big changes in my daughter's life: first her marriage, now a child on the way, a new home and a different job. It's a lot. But we will be here to support her, and my confidence is in her not me. She's an amazing woman.
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