What Goes Around Comes Around

Today I was talking with my youngest son on the phone. He is going through some tough times right now as many of us are. As he went on and on about how bad things are for him, I continued to remind him that it's not ALL that bad. That's what moms do, right? We attempt to fix things so our babies don't hurt; or is it so we don't hurt? In my maternal madness of turning on the light each time he entrenched himself in the dark, I negated and discounted his request to just be heard. The more I tried to make him feel more positive the more opportunity he gave me to just say, "I understand". I tired out and let him know I could not continue to argue. So he said, "I love you mom and we can talk tomorrow". When I got off the phone I felt exhausted, like I just finished a race and lost. Why was I arguing, why did I feel like I needed to make him feel better. I forgot he is a grown man and is perfectly capable of handling his own feelings and solving his own problems. His has let go of being a child, I need to do the same.