Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our younger daughter, her husband and two boys drove to the cabin last night and this morning they found the canoe high and dry on the lake bed. What a relief. Because at this point in my life I wouldn't buy a new one, as my husband and I are too old and wobbly to lug it back up to the parking lot, then up the hill to the cabin, then struggle with it to store it under the cabin deck. I felt great that I'd made it their responsibility to get it put away, and great that they didn't have the guilt of having it stolen because they didn't come up last week. And this weekend that area is sunnier and with good quality air and not even colder. Though swimming time is over. They will have fun bungling around, and with very few people around no danger of covid. I have this motherly impulse to feel responsible for everything, and I mean everything, but I'm letting go. My kids are way grown, and my job is over. Spoiling grandkids is about all I have to do these days. I'm trying to relax into it, and trust that the world will revolve without me, as I rationally know it does. But FEELING it, well, what can I say? That's another story.