They grow up fast

I’m a little worried about Sonia and Darren – they seem a bit out of their depth with this project of buying a house. It’s not that I think they can’t do it; I just wish they’d accept a more of our help. Ted keeps saying not to worry, and that I should be happy about their independent attitude. I suppose it’s in my nature to fuss.

I’ve offered them the services of our family solicitor – on us, of course – but they’ve chosen to go with a conveyancer of their own choosing. Given the current property in South East Melbourne, conveyancing services really shouldn’t be left to chance. At least, that’s what I’ve been hearing from my financial advisers.

Maybe I am being a little invasive in my approach to this. But what’s a concerned mother to do? I realise that it’s ultimately the kids’ choice but… oh, dear. There I am again, referring to them as kids. I promised Ted I’d try and stop doing that at Sonia’s 34th birthday last year.

Look, all that matters to me is that they understand the full extent of their responsibilities as property buyers and owners. It’s my fault, really, that Sonia’s managed to get into her thirties without knowing how to make sense of a vendor’s statement. Melbourne property sales might be increasingly in favour of buyers at the moment, but that doesn’t mean there’s no need to stay on top of what those crafty real estate agents are up to.

I suppose that’s where hiring a conveyancer comes in for most people – you know, to take care of those gaps in their knowledge. It’s just that I’ve always felt that people should understand these things themselves, and not least when they come from a family that’s built around an extensive stock portfolio.

Well, perhaps the kids – sorry, Sonia and her husband Darren – want to break free of all that and forge their own path. If that’s true, I’m going to have to find a way to accept it. At least they’re showing an interest in entering the property market.