I am thinking that we are all at the same point more or less with our kids. Or at its precipice.
The sense that they are responsible, in all that means. They are responsible for their lives, the course of them. That they are responsible for their actions towards us and their words. Not us.
And that we are entitled to feel as we do, in response to their choices towards us. To not ignore it. To make excuses. To willfully not see. To choke on our feelings. Our dread.
Here is some of your work Cedar, on Nerfie's precept thread. One of them. I hope she is OK.
So this is interesting, Cedar. What are the implications of one view or the other? For you and your son?
And this, even more interesting.
And this the most interesting of all.
So with the wisdom of the first precept, I think, we might not speak at all. To our sons, about our hurt. At their hands. We would fill our bellies with small stones. We would accept our pain and anger in the spirit of being alive and open.
But we would not allow our bellies to be sliced open without consequence for the sword.
COPA
