Child,
thank you for seeing my son so clearly today. Thank you for seeing me, too.
I had to grind my teeth to not take control. I wanted to offer him a bed. I even wanted to take him on our family trip (REALLY BAD IDEA). I wanted to offer to call the housing, give him money, give him a bag of groceries. I wanted to intervene. but Child, he didn't ask for any of those things. I don't think he would have been so honest with me if I had been in a place lately of rushing in.
I can only stand back and watch him, love him from a careful distance. I hope he is OK while I'm gone...isn't that funny? I do nothing to ensure his OKness while I'm here..I don't know why leaving feels so bad. It does bring up years of memories of vacations and family events he missed for any of a variety of reasons, usually at some new therapeutic/rehab/treatment place. He has missed a lot. I have missed a lot.
but I ramble.
Yes Child, we walk the same path as our sons. And we can't give them enough gloves to keep them warm.
