Well, Lil, you and Jabber are my role models. I used to think that you tried too hard, until I realized that I needed to do the same thing. And wanted too.
M was the one who knew first. Before my son came home, what is it 4 months ago, I lost track, he said to me something like this: I need to try with SON to teach him. I need it for me.
You see, for years he had felt a great deal of guilt that he did not work with my son, show him how to work, model what it is to have a real family that has your back. You see, I had never had it. I only knew the version where I was eaten up for lunch, and then for dinner too.
The more I can open my heart and have hope, (with structure, rules and consequences), the more hope seems to have my son--and he tries, too. And then it is a spiral. What goes around comes around.
Now, he still sees us as marks, but less and less. And he sees himself as trying and changing. A little. It is slow, but he is turning the ocean liner around.
I hate to say it, because I will have to eat it, I fear, but that is how it seems, today, right now.
I have been thinking the last couple of days: I have a family. A real family. (I sound like Sally Fields at the Oscars, you like me, you really like me.)
Do not doubt yourself, Lil. This will work, what you are doing. I did not think it would. I do now.