Forums
New posts
Search forums
What's new
New posts
New profile posts
Latest activity
Internet Search
Members
Current visitors
New profile posts
Search profile posts
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
New posts
Search forums
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Forums
Parent Support Forums
Parent Emeritus
I just got one of those dreaded messages from my son
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Childofmine" data-source="post: 686384" data-attributes="member: 17542"><p>Ah Tanya, I am sorry. We love them, and that is why it hurts. Love hurts but I would still rather love. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>I think there is some real truth here. When I look around, at our DCs and truly, at many others, one thing I notice is that without some kind of reason to get up and make something happen every day, we drift. No one expects us, so we don't ever arrive. </p><p></p><p>It is really good to have to be somewhere, and as I like to say...have to kill it, drag it home, and then do something with it. </p><p></p><p>If not work, then some other sort of schedule and discipline and meaning. Human beings need it.</p><p></p><p>It does sound like he is reaching (yet another?) a day of reckoning within himself. His life isn't working for him. That is always a good sign. Then, is he sick and tired enough...enough to change it? </p><p></p><p>Only he........only he........can change his own life. You know this so very well, and that is why you worked so hard to achieve the loving detachment...that state of being...that you exist in today, Tanya.</p><p></p><p>I listened to an NPR story on a new book called The Teenage Brain, where they discussed the maturation of the brain, saying that some brains don't mature until the persons are in their 30s. And drugs and alcohol and substances delay this maturation and interfere with it.</p><p></p><p>So there is hope. There is hope if we can allow people their own journeys, as hard to watch as they may be. You are allowing his journey, Tanya, and by allowing this painful journey, you have matured into a person who understands that we can't control, fix or manage people, places or things. Even those we love so profoundly.</p><p></p><p>The pain is still real. Wishing and hoping so very much for something good for him, a new direction. But maybe it is at hand. We never know.</p><p></p><p>The warmest hugs for you this morning.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Childofmine, post: 686384, member: 17542"] Ah Tanya, I am sorry. We love them, and that is why it hurts. Love hurts but I would still rather love. I think there is some real truth here. When I look around, at our DCs and truly, at many others, one thing I notice is that without some kind of reason to get up and make something happen every day, we drift. No one expects us, so we don't ever arrive. It is really good to have to be somewhere, and as I like to say...have to kill it, drag it home, and then do something with it. If not work, then some other sort of schedule and discipline and meaning. Human beings need it. It does sound like he is reaching (yet another?) a day of reckoning within himself. His life isn't working for him. That is always a good sign. Then, is he sick and tired enough...enough to change it? Only he........only he........can change his own life. You know this so very well, and that is why you worked so hard to achieve the loving detachment...that state of being...that you exist in today, Tanya. I listened to an NPR story on a new book called The Teenage Brain, where they discussed the maturation of the brain, saying that some brains don't mature until the persons are in their 30s. And drugs and alcohol and substances delay this maturation and interfere with it. So there is hope. There is hope if we can allow people their own journeys, as hard to watch as they may be. You are allowing his journey, Tanya, and by allowing this painful journey, you have matured into a person who understands that we can't control, fix or manage people, places or things. Even those we love so profoundly. The pain is still real. Wishing and hoping so very much for something good for him, a new direction. But maybe it is at hand. We never know. The warmest hugs for you this morning. [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Forums
Parent Support Forums
Parent Emeritus
I just got one of those dreaded messages from my son
Top