Hey Nancy, I've been around; just feeling a little hermit like. Under some pressure at work, a little over-scheduled and a little overwhelmed. I just typed out a longgg response and my computer locked up and I am too weary to retype it all.
difficult child stopped by the other night - and on one hand it was really heart warming to hear the 3 boys sitting around the kitchen table chatting and bantering, like I could close my eyes and pretend everything is OK. On the other hand, he sounded like Joe Izusu, really smooth and full of baloney; I think. Sometimes - this all seems so pointless -- the wondering, the researching options, trying to walk the line between a mother's love and not enabling and being oh so careful. I don't get a vote in how this turns out and I guess I am growing weary of being so emotionally vested in it. At the same time; I am watching his peers mature and move ahead and the contrast is growing greater.
I have been reading the posts and have been feeling for everyone, I apologize for not responding. I haven't been capable of heartfelt, constructive responses and didn't want to respond with anything less than that. I am just weary of the heartache of having a "lost boy". Even when I am having a good time and am distracted, the ache is still there. And I guess I am learning to come to terms with the fact that it isn't temporary and that no amount of "careful parenting" can change it.
I am sorry if I sound down - I am not so much down as I am resigned. It is what it is.