As soon as the topic of transition arose, it was as if the air suddenly got heavier. With furrowed brows and heavy sighs, people’s dispositions painted a picture of an unwanted phase they would just have to endure. Whether or not it was explicitly said, they clearly could not wait to get “it” over with before “it” had even begun.
Family relationships can be complicated even at the best of times. But when you’ve just graduated and are trying to find your feet in the midst of transition, figuring out how to relate to your parents can be especially confusing.
I grew up valuing a type of success that looked like this: a stable career, a stable family, with a good spouse and well-behaved kids, and enough money to take care of me, my offspring, and my parents for the rest of our lives.
I have a nostalgic personality. I find comfort in stability and often feel threatened by change. In contrast, my husband dreams about change. Somehow, together, we have learned to trust God in several times of transition, but I would have preferred a manual at the start of the journey.