I wonder how good of a mother I was. I fear if I did not do a good job, then the damage has been done. I want my children to have the tools and confidence to be the master's of their own lives. I have all the basic necessities I need in my life and my spouse is a good companion. My life is not bad. My children are still trying to figure out how to make their way in this world. That is what keeps me up at night......

Of course, while I can still help and encourage in little ways and understand their POV--it's their lives now. I need to let go of this anxiety--it helps no one--I bet my H agrees!