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Interesting take on why adult children think it's ok to cut off parents
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 654557" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>Not yet, Jabber.</p><p></p><p>But he is young, and he is learning and changing in unpredictable ways. </p><p></p><p>Remember when we were young, and knew everything?!?</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Who would have thought any good thing, any applicable insight, could have come from our daughter's time of drug addiction and homelessness? And yet, the things she saw, the difference in the way she was herself seen (former math/science teacher, remember), the knowledge that because she was who she was, she could believe herself capable of changing her circumstances, as opposed to those unable to believe in themselves ~ all these things changed everything she thought she knew in some indescribable and permanent way.</p><p></p><p>Here is a story my daughter told me about homelessness and that lifestyle. I have told it here, before, I think. So, one night, all the homeless gathered in their usual place to see who was still alive, to get the news, to share whatever booze or other substances any one of them was willing to share. As the night went on, and the booze or whatever the substance of the moment was began taking effect, an old street woman who had no mate watched as my daughter and her current partner began a knock down drag out fight with one another. Then, sure enough, a second couple began beating away at each other. Soon enough, a third couple, same thing. Know what the homeless old woman told my daughter the next morning?</p><p></p><p>"I need a man, too."</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>?</p><p></p><p>It was so funny, to think that the street people were just...people. People with senses of humor, and irony and lonely awareness.</p><p></p><p>We all are just people, I guess, after all.</p><p> </p><p>I don't know what my son is concluding about what is real and about what matters. But I do know he will be checking in with me, one of these days.</p><p></p><p>And all I know about how to prepare for that is to tell him that I know he can do this ~ that he is bright and strong enough to take his life in any direction he chooses, and that he will do exactly that.</p><p></p><p>I swear Jabber, I am beginning to feel my role in all this is to be a sort of mom Dr. Seuss. You know, where he writes something like: "Your hand's in your pockets. Your feet's in your shoes. You can go any direction you choose."</p><p></p><p>I do miss my son, though.</p><p></p><p>That is a hard thing.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 654557, member: 17461"] Not yet, Jabber. But he is young, and he is learning and changing in unpredictable ways. Remember when we were young, and knew everything?!? :O) Who would have thought any good thing, any applicable insight, could have come from our daughter's time of drug addiction and homelessness? And yet, the things she saw, the difference in the way she was herself seen (former math/science teacher, remember), the knowledge that because she was who she was, she could believe herself capable of changing her circumstances, as opposed to those unable to believe in themselves ~ all these things changed everything she thought she knew in some indescribable and permanent way. Here is a story my daughter told me about homelessness and that lifestyle. I have told it here, before, I think. So, one night, all the homeless gathered in their usual place to see who was still alive, to get the news, to share whatever booze or other substances any one of them was willing to share. As the night went on, and the booze or whatever the substance of the moment was began taking effect, an old street woman who had no mate watched as my daughter and her current partner began a knock down drag out fight with one another. Then, sure enough, a second couple began beating away at each other. Soon enough, a third couple, same thing. Know what the homeless old woman told my daughter the next morning? "I need a man, too." :O) ? It was so funny, to think that the street people were just...people. People with senses of humor, and irony and lonely awareness. We all are just people, I guess, after all. I don't know what my son is concluding about what is real and about what matters. But I do know he will be checking in with me, one of these days. And all I know about how to prepare for that is to tell him that I know he can do this ~ that he is bright and strong enough to take his life in any direction he chooses, and that he will do exactly that. I swear Jabber, I am beginning to feel my role in all this is to be a sort of mom Dr. Seuss. You know, where he writes something like: "Your hand's in your pockets. Your feet's in your shoes. You can go any direction you choose." I do miss my son, though. That is a hard thing. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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