Our own young are often the same. We think they have left the nest to be adults and our job is done but alas, it is never done. Some come back to roost and still need help before they can truly fly. Some never fly but you always willing to help them. It is hard being a parent no matter what era you raise your young in. Just remember that under those scrubby gray down feathers, there are beautiful ones just waiting to emerge. Just read about the Prodigal Son in the Bible. He gives his father such a heartache but when he returns, the father loves him more than before, he sees the blue feathers.
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