The children still need me. They just need me in different ways.
They need my ear--to listen and not advise, unless asked.
They need my approval, because everyone needs to know their Mama loves them, no matter what.
They need my guidance on adult issues, but sometimes resent that.
They need me to take care of MYSELF (now, *there's* a concept), so that I will be around to babysit their children.
They need my moola. Lots and lots of it.
Yup, they still need me. It's just all very different.
And it's gonna be OK. Because I live for and perform for an audience of One.
This clip is worth the five minutes it plays...