mixed blessings

Yesterday, I woke up at 5am and I spent 8 hours painting. I have 3 pieces that I like...my back muscles are soar from sitting at an easel and painting. Hard to let the painting come from a different place, but grateful that I painted not caring if it is my best work.....but it IS WORK that came from me.
When do we stop being parents?.....my children on not children but young women and when I see something that is not right, how do I still let them be adults and parent them. I will not go into details but I had to put on my parent hat today. It was a hard conversation to have and not overstep boundries. Lots of tears and hugs but things worked out. It was a blessing to be able to still parent....the job never ends