A Lesson in Grace and Understanding: What My Son and His Girlfriend Taught Me

When my 22-year-old son told me his girlfriend would be moving in with us, I tried to take it in stride. I reminded myself that young love needs room to breathe, that this was part of growing up — both for him and for me. After all, every parent eventually faces that moment when their child begins to build a life beyond the walls of home.

At first, everything seemed fine. I made sure they had their privacy, gave them space to cook together, and let them settle in. But as the weeks passed, little things began to nag at me. The grocery bill crept higher. The water and electricity seemed to run constantly. The laundry room was always full.

And slowly, without realizing it, I began to feel less like a mother and more like a host.

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