We fall into it innocently enough, at first. But all the rest of it is true. It is difficult to know where that line is. We sense it, but we seem to have no choice. We sense that what we're doing isn't working, I mean. (Well, duh!) In the end, we have dug ourselves in so deeply that we cannot see, and at the same time, we cannot not see.
Recovering is right. We cannot fix what we refuse to see.
But we can't just say, "Huh. Sucks to be you, kid.", either.
So we have to be strong, and we have to do that very thing on faith. So here is a question: For those of us who have managed to get to that "Sucks to be you, kid." place...I mean, is that where you got to? Or do you feel that as nothing else is working, this is the position you choose?
If we (if I) could be that parent who could believe "Sucks to be you." then I could also be that parent individualized enough to celebrate the successes of my children in just that same casual way. Part of my thing is how...okay. How codependent I am with my kids.
I hate that term codependent.
I should have known there was too much unacceptance there for it to be anything but denial.
Huh.
Cedar
